Monday, August 17, 2009

HOTM ~August

In Thy wrath and hot displeasure,
chasten not Thy servant, Lord;
let Thy mercy, without measure,
help and peace to me afford.

Heavy is my tribulation,
sore my punishment has been;
broken by Thine indignation,
I am troubled by my sin.

With my burden of transgression
heavy laden, overborne,
humbled low I make confession,
for my folly now I mourn.

Weak and wounded, I implore Thee;
Lord, to me Thy mercy show;
all my prayer is now before Thee,
all my trouble Thou dost know.

I am prone to halt and stumble,
grief and sorrow dwelt within,
shame and guilt my spirit humble,
I am sorry for my sin.

Lord, my God, do not forsake me,
let me know that Thou are near,
under Thy protection take me,
as my Savior now appear.

In Thy Wrath and Hot Displeasure was written by Sir Charles Hubert Hastings Parry. He lived from February 17, 1848 until October 7, 1918. The son of an artist, he grew up in England and went to school at Oxford University. He became the professor of music at Oxford. He became a composer and married Lady Elizabeth Maude Herbert; they had two daughters together. This hymn is based on Psalm 38 which says,

O LORD, rebuke me not in your anger, nor discipline me in your wrath! For your arrows have sunk into me, and your hand has come down on me. There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation; there is no health in my bones because of my sin. For my iniquities have gone over my head; like a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me. My wounds stink and fester because of my foolishness, I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all the day I go about mourning. For my sides are filled with burning, and there is no soundness in my flesh. I am feeble and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart. O Lord, all my longing is before you; my sighing is not hidden from you. My heart throbs; my strength fails me, and the light of my eyes—it also has gone from me. My friends and companions stand aloof from my plague, and my nearest kin stand far off. Those who seek my life lay their snares; those who seek my hurt speak of ruin and meditate treachery all day long. But I am like a deaf man; I do not hear, like a mute man who does not open his mouth. I have become like a man who does not hear, and in whose mouth are no rebukes. But for you, O LORD, do I wait; it is you, O Lord my God, who will answer. For I said, "Only let them not rejoice over me, who boast against me when my foot slips!" For I am ready to fall, and my pain is ever before me. I confess my iniquity; I am sorry for my sin. But my foes are vigorous, they are mighty, and many are those who hate me wrongfully. Those who render me evil for good accuse me because I follow after good. Do not forsake me, O LORD! O my God, be not far from me! Make haste to help me, O Lord, my salvation!

In Christ,

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