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.
