Psalms 6

• [Psa 6:1] Lord, I Can Suffer Thy Rebukes

  Lord, I can suffer Thy rebukes, When Thou with kindness dost chastise; But Thy fierce wrath I cannot bear: O let it not against me rise. Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds Thine heavy hand hath made, O let Thy gentler touches heal! See how I pass my weary days In sighs and groans; and when ’tis night My bed is watered with my tears; My grief consumes, and dims my sight. Look, how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall Thine hour of grace return? When shall I make Thy grace my song? I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. Depart, ye tempters, from my soul; And all despairing thoughts, depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 6:1] Lord, Rebuke Me Not In Anger

  Lord, rebuke me not in anger, Nor in wrath still chasten me, Pity now and show me mercy, Help thou my infirmity. I am vexed; no longer tarry, Nor the way of anger take. Lord, O Lord, my soul deliver, Save me for Thy mercy’s sake. Shall the dead Thy Name remember? Can they praise Thee from the grave? Pity, Lord, my sad condition, Lo, my bed with tears I lave. I am worn and near exhausted, Wasted now mine eye appears; Part from me, ye adversaries, God hath marked my falling tears. God hath heard my supplication, He will surely grant my plea, Let mine enemies be routed, Be defeated suddenly.

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• [Psa 6:2] Have Mercy, Lord, On Me

  Have mercy, Lord, on me, As Thou wert ever kind; Let me, oppressed with loads of guilt, Thy wonted mercy find. Wash off my foul offense, And cleanse me from my sin; For I confess my crimes, and see How great my guilt has been. The joy Thy favor gives Let me again obtain, And Thy free Spirit’s firm support My fainting soul sustain. To God the Father, Son, And Spirit glory be, As ’twas, and is, and shall be so To all eternity.

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• [Psa 6:2] Heal Me, O My Savior

  Heal me, O my Savior, heal; Heal me as I suppliant kneel; Heal me, and my pardon seal. Fresh the wounds that sin hath made; Hear the prayers I oft have prayed, And in mercy send me aid. Helpless, none can help me now; Cheerless, none can cheer but Thou; Suppliant, Lord, to Thee I bow. Thou the true Physician art; Thou, O Christ, canst health impart, Binding up the bleeding heart. Other comforters are gone; Thou canst heal, and Thou alone; Thou for all my sins atone. Heal me, then, my Savior, heal: Heal me, as I suppliant kneel; To Thy mercy I appeal.

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• [Psa 6:2] When My Love To God Grows Weak

  When my love to God grows weak, [or When my love to Christ grows weak] When for deeper faith I seek, Then in thought I go to thee, Garden of Gethsemane. There I walk amid the shades While the lingering twilight fades See that suffering, friendless One, Weeping, praying there alone. When my love for man grows weak, When for stronger faith I seek, Hill of Calvary, I go To thy scenes of fear and woe. There behold His agony, Suffered on the bitter tree; See His anguish, see His faith, Love triumphant still in death. Then to life I turn again, Learning all the worth of pain, Learning all the might that lies In a full self sacrifice.

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• [Psa 6:3] Now Let Us All Arise And Sing

  Now let us all arise and sing The coming kingdom of our King, The time when all shall brothers be, Each loving each, all loving Thee. How long, O Lord, O Lord, how long Shall these Thy weak ones suffer wrong? O when shall dawn the glorious day For which we hope and work and pray? Dear Father, use what means Thou wilt To cleanse our lives from greed and guilt; Help us to put away our sin And learn to bring Thy kingdom in.

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• [Psa 6:3] Return To Bless My Waiting Eyes

  Return to bless my waiting eyes, And cheer my mourning heart, O Lord! Without Thee, all beneath the skies No real pleasure can afford. When Thy loved presence meets my sight, It softens care, and sweetens toil; The sun shines forth with double light, The whole creation wears a smile. Upon thine arm of love I rest, Thy gracious voice forbids my fear; No storms disturb my peaceful breast, No foes assault when Thou art near. But ah! since Thou hast been away, Nothing but trouble have I known; And Satan marks me for his prey Because he sees me left alone. My sun is hid, my comforts lost, My graces droop, my sins revive; Distressed, dismayed, and tempest tossed, My soul is only just alive! Lord, hear my cry and come again! Put all mine enemies to shame, And let them see, ’tis not in vain That I have trusted in Thy Name.

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• [Psa 6:9] Receive, O Lord, In Heaven Above

  Receive, O Lord, in Heaven above Our prayers and supplications pure; Give us a heart all full of love And steady courage to endure. Thy holy Name our mouths confess, Our tongues are harps to praise Thy grace; Forgive our sins and wickedness, Who in this vigil seek Thy face. Let not our song become a sigh, A wail of anguish and despair; In lovingkindness, Lord most high, Receive tonight our evening prayer. O raise us in that day, that we May sing, where all Thy saints adore, Praise to Thy Father, and to Thee, And to Thy Spirit, evermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal