Guilt of conscience and relief <br /> <br />Amidst thy wrath remember love, <br />Restore thy servant, Lord; <br />Nor let a Father's chast'ning prove <br />Like an avenger's sword. <br /> <br />Thine arrows stick within my heart, <br />My flesh is sorely pressed; <br />Between the sorrow and the smart, <br />My spirit finds no rest. <br /> <br />My sins a heavy load appear, <br />And o'er my head are gone; <br />Too heavy they for me to bear, <br />Too hard for me t' atone. <br /> <br />My thoughts are like a troubled sea, <br />My head still bending down; <br />And I go mourning all the day, <br />Beneath my Father's frown. <br /> <br />Lord, I am weak and broken sore, <br />None of my powers are whole: <br />The inward anguish makes me roar, <br />The anguish of my soul. <br /> <br />All my desire to thee is known, <br />Thine eye counts every tear; <br />And every sigh, and every groan, <br />Is noticed by thine ear. <br /> <br />Thou art my God, my only hope; <br />My God will hear my cry; <br />My God will bear my spirit up, <br />When Satan bids me die. <br /> <br />[My foot is ever apt to slide, <br />My foes rejoice to see 't; <br />They raise their pleasure and their pride <br />When they supplant my feet. <br /> <br />But I'll confess my guilt to thee, <br />And grieve for all my sin; <br />I'll mourn how weak my graces be, <br />And beg support divine. <br /> <br />My God, forgive my follies past, <br />And be for ever nigh; <br />O Lord of my salvation, haste, <br />Before thy servant die.]<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-38/
