The Psalter project continues, apparently, as substitute teaching seems to be good for my writing productivity. Maybe I should work on a novel or the non-fiction work that's popcorning around my brain. Or maybe a sermon or two. In due time, perhaps. But I don't preach this Sunday, so that need isn't as urgent either.
Your Righteous Wrath, O Lord, Restrain
1. Your righteous wrath, O Lord, restrain.
Hold back Your hot displeasure.
Have mercy, for my powers wane,
My woes too deep too measure.
My spirit groans most bitterly.
Return, O Lord! Deliver me!
In Your great mercy save me.
2. Who, Lord, will thank You from the grave?
In death, who will remember?
My foe attacks me--wretched knave!
My grief, a burning ember.
Each night I flood my bed with tears.
My eyes grow weak, for nothing cheers,
And naught can still my mourning.
3. Yet God has heard my anguished cry.
He hears my supplication.
I raise my prayer to Him on high.
He calms my souls frustration.
All those who work iniquity,
They can no longer trouble me.
My foes in shame must perish.
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Psalm 6


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