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Psalm 130.

[Out from the deep, to thee ô Lord I cry]

Out from the deep, to thee ô Lord I cry:
From place far off; yet thow good Lord be nigh.
Lord hear my voice, and with attentive ear
Receive the plaints which humbled soule dooth rear.
IF strictly Lord transgressions thou shalt ey;
Lord who shal stand? in sad despair we dy.
But Iustice thyn stil mercies thoughts displays:
That Greatnes, fear; and Goodnes love may raize.
WITH patiĕnce then on God my soule attend:
(His woord, my trust:) Hee'le give thee ioyful end.
As morning rays rere sentinal desires:
So so, and more, towărd thee my soule aspires.
And patiĕnt ô await him Isrăel deer:
His great redemption now wil soon appear.
He merci is: His merci from their thrall,
Yea from their sins, shal ransom Isrăel all.