Out of the Deeps of Long Distress (EN 1787)

EN 1787 Out of the Deeps of Long Distress

Ps.130.1

Versi Version 1

1

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.

2

Great God, should Thy severer eye,

And Thine impartial hand,

Mark and revenge iniquity,

No mortal flesh could stand.

3

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.

4

I wait for Thy salvation, Lord,

With strong desires I wait;

My soul, invited by Thy Word,

Stands watching at Thy gate.

5

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;

6

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.

7

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.

8

There’s full redemption at His throne

For sinners long enslaved;

The great Redeemer is His Son,

And Israel shall be saved.

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