Psalm 130

OUt of the depths I cri'd to thee,
Lord let my cries be heard:
And let thine ears attentive be
Unto my suits preferr'd.
Such are our sins, that none could stand,
If thou shouldst mark the same:
But there's forgiveness at thy hand,
That men may fear thy Name:
I wait for God, my soul doth stay,
I on his Word depend:
My soul waits for him, more then they
For morning that attend.
I say, more earnestly then those
That watch for mornings light:
Let Israel in the Lord repose,
Whose mercie's infinite.
Redemption in most plenteous wise,
With him is found to be:
From all his scor'd iniquities,
Shall he set Israel free.