Let Thy Chastening Be in Measure by Dwight Armstrong (Psalm 38)

Let Thy Chastening Be in Measure by Dwight Armstrong (Music only)


1) 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.

2) 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.

3) For my loins are filled with burning, Health in me no more remains.
I am feeble, bruised, and mourning, Groaning loud thro inward pains.
My desires and ceaseless wailing, Loud, unveil'd before thee lie;
Pants my heart my strength is failing, All its light has left mine eye.