I'm still recovering from this cold; so that makes me leery of the quality of this chant. However, part of a lenten discipline is sticking to it even when our best efforts are not up to snuff. Part of how we learn to depend on God is learning when our best efforts aren't enough.
I'm also at our diocesan clergy retreat and enjoyed a delightful
Samuel Smith's Organic Chocolate Stout. It has to be one of my all time favorite Chocolate Stouts.
Anyway, here's the chant:
| 1 | LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger; *
do not punish me in your wrath.
| 2 | Have pity on me, LORD, for I am weak; *
heal me, LORD, for my bones are racked. |
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| 3 | My spirit shakes with terror; *
how long, O LORD, how long? |
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| 4 | Turn, O LORD, and deliver me; *
save me for your mercy's sake. |
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| 5 | For in death no one remembers you; *
and who will give you thanks in the grave? |
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| 6 | I grow weary because of my groaning; *
every night I drench my bed
and flood my couch with tears. |
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| 7 | My eyes are wasted with grief *
and worn away because of all my enemies. |
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| 8 | Depart from me, all evildoers, *
for the LORD has heard the sound of my weeping. |
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| 9 | The LORD has heard my supplication; *
the LORD accepts my prayer. |
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| 10 | All my enemies shall be confounded and quake with fear; *
they shall turn back and suddenly be put to shame. |
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