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Let Thy Chastening Be In Measure
Psalm 38
Dwight Armstrong

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.

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.

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.