522 Not in anger, mighty God

1 Not in anger, mighty God, Not in anger smite us. We must perish if Thy rod Justly should requite us. We are naught, Sin hath brought, Lord, Thy wrath upon us, Yet have mercy on us! 2 Show me now a Father's love, And His tender patience, Heal my wounded soul, remove These too sore temptations; I am weak, Father, speak Thou of peace and gladness, Comfort Thou my sadness. 3 Weary am I of my pain, Weary with my sorrow, Sighing still for help in vain, Longing for the morrow; Why wilt Thou Tarry now? Wilt Thou friendless leave me, And of hope bereave me? 4 Hence, ye foes! He comes in grace, God hath deigned to hear me; I may come before His face, He is inly near me; He o'erthrows All my foes, Death and hell are vanquished, In whose bonds I languished. 5 Father, hymns to Thee we raise, Here and once in heaven; And the Son and Spirit praise, Who our bonds have riven! Evermore We adore Thee whose love hath stirred us, And whose pity heard us.