Psalm CXXX

Out of the horrid woful deeps,
Where sin [and wrath] had cast me down,
To thee, O Lord, I poured forth
My earnest suit and [daily] moan.

O thou the Prayer-hearing God,
This [humbled] sinner's voice now hear;
To my loud cries and sad complaints,
Let pity grant a [hearing] ear.

If in strict Justice thou should'st mark,
And charge [on man] iniquity;
Lord, who shall stand at thy just bar?
Or [who] himself [can] justifie?

But with thee there forgiveness is,
Thy word [of grace] doth this declare;
That sinful man may worship thee
In [joyful] hope without despair.

Therefore for thee, O Lord, I wait,
My soul doth [daily] wait on thee;
And on thy sure and faithful word
My [constant] hope shall placed be.

My soul more waiteth on the Lord
Than they that watch for [morning] light;
More than the watchful man doth long
To see a [pleasant] morning bright.

O Israel still hope in the Lord,
Though [low and] broken be thy case;
For with the Lord still mercy is,
And we shall see his [pleased] face.

Plenteous redemption with him is;
The Lord his [chosen] flock will bless:
He will redeem them from their sins
And from their [felt and] fear'd distress.