Psalm 6: Another

In Thine utmost indignation,
Do not. Lord, Thine own chastise;
In Thine infinite compassion,
Hear my feeble, dying cries!
Hear me, for my bones are vex'd;
O forgive, forgive my sin!
Sick I am, and sore perplex'd,
All a troubled sea within!

Lord, how long shall Thy displeasure
Lengthen out my punishment?
O correct me, but in measure!
Let Thy yearning heart relent:
Sinner's Friend, and kind Receiver,
Cast my sins behind Thy back:
Turn me now, my soul deliver,
Save me, for Thy mercy's sake!

O reverse the mortal sentence!
Let me live to sing Thy grace:
After death is no repentance;
Dead, I cannot speak Thy praise.
Spent I am with endless groaning.
Wash with tears my sleepless bed;
"Weary of my fruitless moaning,
Send my gasping spirit aid!

Shorn of all my strength, I languish;
See, I faint beneath my load!
Faint through deep distress and anguish,
Faint into the arms of God!
God, to me, in great compassion.
Doth a gracious token give;
I shall see His whole salvation,
I shall all His love retrieve.

Leave me, then, to Jesus leave me,
Ye that gloried in my fall!
Jesu's arms shall still receive me.
He hath heard my mournful call:
He hath answer'd my petition,
Show'd Himself the sinner's Friend,
Saved me in my lost condition,
He shall save me to the end.

By a world of foes surrounded,
By the hellish sons of night,
I shall see them all confounded,
Put to everlasting flight.
He who hath my sins forgiven,
All my sins to death shall doom,
Hence as by a whirlwind driven: —
Come, my utmost Saviour, come!