Lord, unto thee I make my moan,
When dangers me oppress;
I call, I sigh, complain, and groan,
Trusting to find release.
Hear now, O Lord, my request,
For it is full due time,
And let thine ears aye be pressed
Unto this prayer mine.
O Lord our God, if thou survey
Our sins, and them peruse,
Who shall escape? or who dare say,
I can myself excuse?
But thou art merciful and free,
And boundless in thy grace,
That we might always careful be
To fear before thy face.
In God the Lord I put my trust,
My soul waits on his will;
His promise is for ever just,
And I hope therein still.
My soul to God hath great regard,
Wishing for him alway:
Much more than they that watch and ward
To see the dawning day.
O Israel, trust in the Lord,
With him there mercy is,
And he doth plenteously afford
Redemption unto his.
E'en he it is that Israel shall,
Through his abundant grace,
Redeem from his offences all,
And wholly them deface.
'New Version' (Tate and Brady)
From lowest depths of woe
To God I sent my cry;
Lord, hear my supplicating voice,
And graciously reply.
Should'st thou severely judge,
Who can the trial bear?
But thou forgiv'st, lest we despond,
And quite renounce thy fear.
My soul with patience waits
For thee, the living Lord;
My hopes are on thy promise built,
Thy never-failing word.
My longing eyes look out
For thy enliv'ning ray,
More duly than the morning watch
To spy the dawning day.
Let Israel trust in God,
No bounds his mercy knows;
The plenteous source and spring from whence
Eternal succour flows.
Whose friendly streams to us
Supplies in want convey;
A healing spring, a spring to cleanse,
And wash our guilt away.
PART 1 (C. M.)
Out of the deeps of long distress,
The borders of despair,
I sent my cries to seek thy grace,
My groans to move thine ear.
Great God, should thy severer eye,
And thine impartial hand,
Mark and revenge iniquity,
No mortal flesh could stand.
But there are pardons with my God
For crimes of high degree;
Thy Son has bought them with his blood,
To draw us near to thee.
I wait for thy salvation, Lord,
With strong desires I wait;
My soul, invited by thy word,
Stands watching at thy gate.
Just as the guards that keep the night
Long for the morning skies,
Watch the first beams of breaking light,
And meet them with their eyes;
So waits my soul to see thy grace,
And, more intent than they,
Meets the first openings of thy face,
And finds a brighter day.
Then in the Lord let Israel trust,
Let Israel seek his face;
The Lord is good as well as just,
And plenteous is his grace.
There's full redemption at his throne
For sinners long enslaved;
The great Redeemer is his Son,
And Israel shall be saved.
PART 2 (L. M.)
1. From deep distress and troubled thoughts
To thee, my God, I raised my cries;
If thou severely mark our faults,
No flesh can stand before thine eyes.
2. But thou hast built thy throne of grace
Free to dispense thy pardons there,
That sinners may approach thy face,
And hope and love, as well as fear.
3. As the benighted pilgrims wait,
And long, and wish for breaking day,
So waits my soul before thy gate;
When will my God his face display?
4. My trust is fixed upon thy word,
Nor shall I trust thy word in vain;
Let mourning souls address the Lord,
And find relief from all their pain.
5. Great is his love, and large his grace,
Through the redemption of his Son;
He turns our feet from sinful ways,
And pardons what our hands have done.