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LET THY CHASTENING BE
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not in hot dis -plea- sure Lay Thy heav - y hand on
head like bil - lows rush- ing, My trans-gres-sions ri- sen
loins are filled with burn- ing, Health in
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me. Let Thy chast-'ning be in mea- sure; Thy re-bukes from an-ger
are. Like a bur-den heav- y crush-ing, Great- er far than I can
mains. I am fee-ble, bruised, and mourn-ing, Groan-ing loud th o' in -ward
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free. For Thy hand most sure-ly press - es, Fast Thy ar-rows stick with-in;
bear. Loathsome are my wounds neg-lect-ed, My own fol - ly makes it so;
pains. My de.,.sires and cease-less wail-ing, Loud, un-veil'd be-fore Thee lie;
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Wrath my wea-ry flesh dis -tress - es, Gives my bones no rest from sin.
Bowed with grief and much af - flict - ed, All the day I mourn-ing go.
Pants my heart my strength is fail - ing, All its light has left mine eye.
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