Isaac Watts Psalm 6 CM

Psalms "Imitated in the Language of the New Testament"

Psalm 6

Words: Isaac Watts

Complaint in sickness.


 * 1 In anger, Lord, rebuke me not;
 * Withdraw the dreadful storm;
 * Nor let thy fury grow so hot
 * Against a feeble worm.


 * 2 My soul's bowed down with heavy cares,
 * My flesh with pain oppressed;
 * My couch is witness to my tears,
 * My tears forbid my rest.


 * 3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days;
 * I waste the night with cries,
 * Counting the minutes as they pass,
 * Till the slow morning rise.


 * 4 Shall I be still tormented more?
 * Mine eye consumed with grief?
 * How long, my God, how long before
 * Thine hand afford relief?


 * 5 He hears when dust and ashes speak,
 * He pities all our groans;
 * He saves us for his mercy's sake,
 * And heals our broken bones.


 * 6 The virtue of his sov'reign word
 * Restores our fainting breath;
 * For silent graves praise not the Lord,
 * Nor is he known in death.