1 Lord to thee I make my mone,
when dangers me oppresse:
I call, I sigh, plain, and groane,
trusting to find release.
2 Heare now, O Lord,, my request,
for it is full due time
And let thine eares aye be prst,
unto this prayer of mine.

3 O Lord our God if thou weigh
our sins and them peruse:
Who shall then escape and say,
I can my selfe excuse?
4 But, Lord, thou art mercifull,
and turnst to us thy grace:
That we with hearts most carefull
should feare before thy face.

5 In God I put my whole trust,
my soule waites on his will:
For his promise is most just,
and I hope therein still.
6 My soule to God hath regard,
wishing for him alway,
Much then they that watch and ward
to see the dawning day.

7 Let Israel then boldly,
in the Lord put his trust:
He is that God of mercy,
that his deliver must.
8 For he it is that must save
Israel from his sin:
And all such as surely have
their confidence in him.