PSALM 130. (C. M.) Pardoning Grace.
I
Out of the deeps of long distress,
The borders of despair,
I sent my cries to seek thy grace,
My groans to move thine ear.
II
Great God, should thy severer eye,
And thine impartial hand,
Mark and revenge iniquity,
No mortal flesh could stand.
III
But there are pardons with my God
For crimes of high degree;
Thy Son has bought them with his blood
To draw us near to thee.
IV
I wait for thy salvation, Lord,
With strong desires I wait;
My soul, invited by thy word,
Stands watching at thy gate.
V
Just as the guards that keep the night
Long for the morning skies,
Watch the first beams of breaking light,
And meet them with their eyes;
VI
So waits my soul to see thy grace,
And more intent than they,
Meets the first openings of thy face,
And finds a brighter day.
VII
Then in the Lord let Israel trust,
Let Israel seek his face;
The Lord is good as well as just,
And plenteous is his grace.
VIII
There's full redemption at his throne
For sinners long enslav'd;
The great Redeemer is his Son,
And Israel shall be sav'd.
