Church Hymn Book ‎#P.CXXX

P.CXXX. Out of the deeps of long distress

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 op'nings of thy face,
And finds a brighter day.]

7 Then in the Lord let Isra'l trust,
Let Isra'l 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 enslav'd;
The great Redeemer is his Son,
And Isra'l shall be sav'd.

Text Information

• First Line: Out of the deeps of long distress
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1816
• Scripture:
  Psalm 130
• Topic: Pardoning Grace

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