591. Psalm of a Restless Night

A loose paraphrase of Psalm 6, titled "To the chief musician, with stringed instruments, on an eight-stringed harp." Not coincidentally, I wrote it around 2 a.m. Art: Child at Prayer by Eastman Johnson, c. 1873, public domain.

My bed dissolves in tears;
With sweat my pillow swims.
All night I groan with restless fears,
With vain designs and whims.
My eyes are sore with weary grief:
Lord, chasten not my unbelief!

Rebuke me not with ire;
Have mercy! I am weak.
Restore the bones Your holy fire
Has well-nigh brought to break!
Restore my soul—O Lord, how long?
Return with Your salvation strong!

For in the grave's dumb sleep
Who, Lord, will sing Your praise?
In death, who will remembrance keep
Of all Your gracious ways?
Depart from me, iniquity!
I cried, and God gave ear to me.

The Lord indeed has heard
My heart's despondent prayer:
He gives His never-failing word
To shoulder all my care.
Let all that troubles me retreat:
Before me stands the Mercy-Seat.

P.S. Here's an original tune to go with this hymn.