1 Thy chastening wrath, O Lord, restrain,
Though I deserve it all;
Nor let on me the heavy storm
Of Thy displeasure fall.

2 My sins, which to a deluge swell,
My sinking head o'er flow,
And, for my feeble strength to bear,
Too vast a burden grow.

3 But, Lord, before Thy searching eyes
All my desires apper;
The groanings of my burden'd soul
Have reach'd Thine open ear.

4 Forsake me not, O Lord, my God,
Nor far from me depart:
Make hast to my relief, O Thou
Who my salvation art.