Psalm 38 (Merton)

Lord, do not in hot displeasure Speak in stern reproof to me Let Thy chast'ning be in measure And Thy stroke from anger free For Thy hand most sorely presses Fast Thine arrows stick within Wrath my weary flesh distresses Gives my bones no rest for sin For my manifold transgressions Have gone up above my head Like a burden their oppressions Weigh me down with constant dread Loathsome are my wounds neglected My own folly makes it so Bowed with pain, with grief dejected All day long I mourning go O my God, do not forsake me O Jehovah, be Thou near To my helper I betake me As my Savior, Lord, appear