Psalm 130

Words: Brady and  Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David


 1     From lowest depths of woe
       to God I sent my cry;
 2  Lord, hear my supplicating voice,
       and graciously reply.
 3     Should'st thou severely judge,
       who can the trial bear?
 4  But thou forgiv'st, lest we despond,
       and quite renounce thy fear.
 5     My soul with patience waits
       for thee, the living Lord;
    My hopes are on thy promise built,
       thy never-failing word.
 6     My longing eyes look out
       for thy enliv'ning ray,
    More duly than the morning watch
       to spy the dawning day. 
 7     Let Israel trust in God,
       no bounds his mercy knows;
    The plenteous source and spring from whence
       eternal succor flows. 
 8     Whose friendly streams to us
       supplies in want convey;
    A healing spring, a spring to cleanse,
       and wash our guilt away.

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