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Psalm 130
Out of the depths of self-despair To Thee, O Lord, I cry: My misery mark, attend my prayer, And bring salvation nigh. |
Death’s sentence in myself I feel; Beneath Thy wrath I faint: O, let Thine ear consider well The voice of my complaint. |
If Thou art rigorously severe, Who may the test abide? Where shall the man of sin appear, Or how be justified? |
But, O! forgiveness is with Thee, That sinners may adore, With filial fear Thy goodness see, And never grieve Thee more. |
I look to see His lovely face, I wait to meet my Lord; My longing soul expects His grace, And rests upon His word. |
My soul, while still to Him it flies, Prevents the morning ray: O that His mercy’s beams would rise, And bring the Gospel-day! |
Ye faithful souls, confide in God; Mercy with Him remains; Plenteous redemption in His blood To wash out all your stains. |
His Israel Himself shall clear, From all their sins redeem: The LORD OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS is near, And we are just in Him. |
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