5 Lord, I am weak, and broken sore,
None of my powers are whole;
The inward anguish makes me roar,
The anguish of my soul.

6 All my desire to thee is known,
Thine eye counts every tear,
And every sigh, and every groan
Is notic’d by thine ear.

7 Thou art my God, my only hope;
My God will hear my cry;
My God will bear my spirit up
When Satan bids me die.

8 [My foot is ever apt to slide,
My foes rejoice to see’t;
They raise their pleasure and their pride
When they supplant my feet.

9 But I’ll confess my guilt to thee,
And grieve for all my sin,
I’ll mourn how weak my graces be,
And beg support divine.

10 My God, forgive my follies past,
And be for ever nigh;
O Lord of my salvation, haste,
Before thy servant die.]

Psalm 39:1. 1 2 3.  First Part. 
Watchfulness over the tongue;
or, Prudence and zeal.

1 Thus I resolv’d before the Lord,
“Now will I watch my tongue,
“Lest I let slip one sinful word,
“Or do my neighbour wrong.”

2 And if I’m e’er constrain’d to stay
With men of lives profane
I’ll set a double guard that day,
Nor let my talk be vain.

3 I’ll scarce allow my lips to speak
The pious thoughts I feel,
Lest scoffers should th’ occasion take
To mock my holy zeal.

4 Yet if some proper hour appear,
I’ll not be overaw’d,
But let the scoffing sinners hear
That I can speak for God.

Psalm 39:2. 4-7.  Second Part. 
The vanity of man as mortal.

1 Teach me the measure of my days,
Thou maker of my frame;
I would survey life’s narrow space,
And learn’ how frail I am.

2 A span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time;
Man is but vanity and dust
In all his flower and prime.

3 See the vain race of mortals move Like shadows o’er the plain; They rage and strive, desire and love, But all the noise is vain.

4 Some walk in honour’s gaudy show,
Some dig for golden ore,
They toil for heirs, they know not who,
And straight are seen no more.

5 What should I wish or wait for then
From creatures, earth and dust? 
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.

6 Now I forbid my carnal hope,
My fond desires recall;
I give my mortal interest up,
And make my God my all.

Psalm 39:3. 9-13.  Third Part. 
Sick-bed devotion; or, Pleading without repining.

1 God of my life, look gently down,
Behold the pains I feel;
But I am dumb before thy throne,
Nor dare dispute thy will.

2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord,
They come at thy command;
I’ll not attempt a murmuring word
Against thy chastening hand.

3 Yet I may plead with humble cries,
Remove thy sharp rebukes;
My strength consumes, my spirit dies
Thro’ thy repeated strokes.