Rustington is a hymn tune I do not remember ever having heard before. Perhaps we sang it at Providence. It is one of those tunes that I think makes a lot of sense, like Camberwell and Merrionydd. It has been declared favorite hymn tune of my life right now.
C. Hubert Parry gave it to the world, thank God for him. And it works really well with the words from the 38th Psalm (I can’t find the right lyrics–there are seven stanza things and five stanza things, but not the right six stanza things):
In thy wrath and hot displeasure,
Chasten not thy servant, Lord;
Let thy mercy, without measure,
Help and peace to me afford.
Heavy is my tribulation,
Sore my punishment has been;
Broken by thine indignation,
I am troubled by my sin.
With my burden of transgression
Heavy laden, overborne,
Humbled low I make confession,
For my folly now I mourn.
Weak and wounded, I implore thee;
Lord, to me thy mercy show;
All my pray’r is now before thee,
All my trouble thou dost know.
Darkness gathers, foes assail me,
But I answer not a word;
All my friends desert and fail me,
Only thou my cry hast heard.
Lord, in thee am I confiding;
Thou wilt answer when I call,
Lest my foes, the good deriding,
Triumph in thy servant’s fall.