REBUKE me not in anger, Lord, O chasten me no more, For peace and health have left my soul, And shame makes conscience sore.
I pant and groan for sense of Thee, I long to see Thy light; My dearest friends seem far away, The bonds of kinship slight.
I live as one who cannot hear, Or speak, or sense, or know The glorious kindness of my God, Nor of His saints below.
Thus broken-hearted I draw near, And all excuses fall; Now deep, abiding sorrow reigns; O Saviour, hear my call!
I will be sorry for my sin, And all Thy will obey; Forsake me not, but draw me near; In mercy bless today.
Evangelical Psalter © The Wakeman Trust