Charles William Hempel - Thy dreadful anger, Lord, restrain - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Thy dreadful anger, Lord, restrain,
 And spare a wretch forlorn:
 Correct me not in thy fierce wrath,
 Too heavy to be borne. 
 
 Have mercy, Lord, for I grow faint,
 Unable to endure
 The anguish of my aching bones,
 Which thou alone canst cure. 
 
 My tortur'd flesh distracts my mind,
 And fills my soul with grief:
 But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay
 To grant me thy relief? 
 
 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat,
 And ease my troubled soul:
 Lord, for thy wondrous mercy's sake
 Vouchsafe to make me whole.