Psalm 130 W. W.
Words: Sternhold and Hopkins, The Whole Book of Psalms Collected into English Metre
1 Lord, unto thee I make my moan, when dangers me oppress; I call, I sigh, complain, and groan, trusting to find release
2 Hearken, O Lord, to my request, unto my suit incline, And let thine ears, O Lord, be pressed to hear this prayer of mine
3 O Lord our God, if thou survey our sins, and them peruse, Who shall escape? Or who dare say, I can myself excuse
4 But thou art merciful and free, and boundless in thy grace, That we might always careful be to fear before thy face
5 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
6 My soul to God hath great regard, wishing for him always; Much more than they that watch and ward to see the dawning day
7 O Israel, trust in the Lord, with him there mercy is, And he doth plenteously afford redemption unto his.
8 E'en he it is that Israel shall, through his abundant grace, Redeem from his offences all, and wholly them deface.