Domine, Ne in Furore

                                   I.
From profoundest depths of tribulation, 
     Lord, I lift my earnest cry to Thee!
O, rebuke me not in indignation, 
     Nor in thy displeasure chasten me.

With my groaning I am very weary;
     All the night I wet my couch with tears; 
All the day my plaintive miserere
     Bears to Thee the burden of my fears.

O'er my soul have rolled the floods of anguish;
     Every light hath faded from my sky; 
And in darkness I am left to languish,
     Till Thou send me succor from on high.

From my weary foot hath passed the lightness 
     Of the bounding step of earlier years,
And mine eye hath lost its youthful brightness. 
     Dimmed by sorrow and continual tears.

Sick and helpless, and of hope divested, 
     In my weakness and my sore distress,
Be thy healing mercy manifested,
     And with peace my troubled spirit bless!

Wherefore should I die? since with the living 
     Only dwell remembrances of Thee;
From the grave ascendeth no thanksgiving, 
     Psalm, or laud, or benedicite !

                                   II.
               IN DOMINO CONFIDO.
Not in vain I poured my supplication, 
     Voiced in anguish that was nigh despair;
God, henceforth the Rock of my salvation, 
     Hears in pity and receives my prayer.

On his name, from midst the darkness calling, 
     He my soul hath ransomed from its fears,
By his strength my feet are saved from falling, 
     And His love hath dried my flowing tears.

Therefore come I to His altars, bringing 
     Hymns and vows my gratitude would pay;
Hallelujahs and the voice of singing 
     Best interpret all the heart would say.

Henceforth, with a spirit meek and lowly, 
     With a faith that nothing can appall,
Hopes serene, and purpose high and holy, 
     I will meet whatever may befall.

If around me clouds and darkness gather, 
     Lo, the brighter day that dawns beyond!
Through the gloom the Everlasting Father 
     Sends a voice that bids me not despond.

By His mercy which hath never failed me, 
     Over Hate and Falsehood's brood abhorred,
Over all the foes that have assailed me, 
     I shall triumph greatly through the Lord!