Joy in Trials (Psalm 6)

Be gracious to me, O Lord For I am suffering Though my soul and bones are troubled Still I sing to Thee Turn, O Lord, and rescue me For the sake of Your steadfast love O Lord, please save me I am weary, O Lord I flood my bed with tears Eyes that waste away from grief Makes me grow so weak Depart from me, you evil workers The Lord has heard my plea The Lord will save me