Let Thy Chastening Be in Measure
Words: Psalm 38:1-10, 21-22
1 Lord, do not in hot displeasure lay thy heavy hand on me. Let Thy chast'ning be in measure; Thy rebukes from anger free. For Thy hand most surely presses; fast Thine arrows stick within; Wrath my weary flesh distresses, gives my bones no rest from sin. 2 O'er my head like billows rushing, my transgressions risen are, Like a burden heavy crushing, greater far than I can bear. Loathsome are my wounds neglected; my own folly makes it so; Bowed with grief and much afflicted, all the day I mourning go. 3 Lord, my God, in Thee I'm trusting; Thou wilt hear me when I call, Hear, lest they against me boasting, joy and triumph when I fall. Lord, my God, do not forsake me; distant from me never be, To my Savior I betake me; hasten, Lord, give help to me.