Hugh Bond - Thy chast'ning wrath, O Lord, restrain - текст песни (слова)

Thy chast'ning wrath, O Lord, restrain,
 Though I deserve it all:
 Nor let at once on me the storm
 Of thy displeasure fall.
 In ev'ry wretched part of me
 Thy arrows deep remain:
 Thy heavy hand's afflicting weight
 I can no more sustain. 
 
 My flesh is one continued wound,
 Thy wrath so fiercely glows:
 Betwixt my punishment and guilt
 My bones have no repose.
 My sins, which to a deluge swell,
 My sinking head o'erflow,
 And for my feeble strength to bear,
 Too vast a burden grow. 
 
 Ev'n they whom I obliged return
 My kindness with despite,
 And are my enemies, because
 I choose the path that's right.
 Forsake me not, O Lord my God,
 Nor far from me depart:
 Make haste to my relief, O thou
 Who my salvation art.