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PSALM CXXX.

1

To Thee from out the Deeps I pray,
With heaviest woes oppress'd:
Lord, let thine ears attentive weigh
The voice of my request.

2

If from the Sons of human birth
Thy wrath its debt demand,
O who, throughout the peopled earth,
Beneath that wrath shall stand?

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3

But Sin's worst wounds thy Mercy heals:
As down its pow'rs descend,
The grateful Soul their influence feels,
And trembles to offend.

4

Thee, Lord, I seek, the Wise, the Just;
My soul, by Thee upheld,
Expectant waits (thy Word its trust,)
Till Thou thy beams shalt yield.

5

Not thus intent their longing sight
The wearied Watchmen rear,
Not thus intent the growing light
Observe, when morn is near.

6

O trust in God; for Love in Him,
And Grace abundant, reign:
He, Jacob, shall thy Sons redeem,
And purge their ev'ry stain.