Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P130b (1766) Lyrics: 1 From deep Distress and troubled Thoughts,
To thee, my GOD, I rais'd my Cries;
If thou severely mark our Faults,
No flesh can stand before thine Eyes.
2 But Thou hast built thy Throne of Grace,
Free to dispense thy Pardons there,
That Sinners may approach thy Face,
And hope, and love, as well as fear.
3 As the benighted Pilgrims wait,
And long and wish for breaking Day,
So waits my Soul before thy Gate;
When will my GOD his Face display?
4 My Trust is fix'd upon thy Word,
Nor shall I trust thy Word in vain:
Let mourning Souls address the Lord,
And find Relief from all their Pain.
5 Great is his Love, and large his Grace,
Through the Redemption of his Son;
He turns our Feet from sinful Ways,
And pardons what our Hands have done. Topics: Backsliding soul pardoned; Comfort amd Pardon; Confession of Sin, Repentance and Pardon; Despair deliverance from it; Distress relieved; Faith in Divine grace and power; Grace pardoning; Guilt of Conscience relieved; Justification free; Pardon plentiful with God; Patience in darkness; Waiting for answer to prayer Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English
From deep Distress and trouble Thoughts