O Almighty, use Thy rod

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CGS No.: 
529

Verse 1
O Almighty, use Thy rod
To touch thou my head gently,
Make Thou Thine anger to cease,
Let me not fall under it.

Verse 2
Heal Thou my infirmity
Look on me, I seek Thy grace;
This alone, my only plea
Look on me in Thy mercy.

Verse 3
Who is it, deep in the grave
Who can talk of deliverance?
O Lord, sustain Thou my soul,
Utter Thy voice, I will live.

Verse 4
Look! He comes, He heard my plea,
Here He comes, and shadows flee!
What glory surrounds me now!
O my soul, arise, and sing.