Psalm CXXX. De profundis clamavi, &c.
I
Out of the depths unto the Lord I cry'd,
VI. Penitential Psalm of Degrees. XI.
Deep Seas of Miserie Where I lay,
But o're my soul the waves did ride,
And louder roar'd, when I began to pray,
Ah! still their noise, and be not, Lord, as deaf as they!
II
I know I have deserv'd these miseries,
And greater plagues might justly fear;
And if Thou should'st to judgement rise,
Indeed despair of ever coming near,
For those great sins, which harden mine, may stop Thy ear.
III
But, Lord, there is forgiveness still with Thee,
Thou wait'st Thy Favours to bestow,
I wait when Thou wilt gracious be,
My hope alone do's from Thy Mercie flow,
And since Thou wait'st, Lord, to be gracious, Ah, be so!
IV
For as the Watchman, who has stood all night,
Upon the guard do's long for day,
Looks when the Sun will make it light,
Just so attending on the Lord We stay,
Till the bright Sun of Righteousness His beames display.
V
Hope in Thy God; O Israel, and Thy trust
All times upon His Mercie place;
He who has promis'd Thee is just,
And if with confidence Thou seek His Face,
Thy sins He'l take away, and freely give His Grace.
