From deep distress and troubled thoughts,
to you, my God, I raise my cries!
If you severely mark our faults,
no one could stand before your eyes.
My hope is fixed upon your word;
nor shall I trust your word in vain;
all yearning souls can trust you, Lord,
and find relief from sin and pain.
You turn our feet from sinful ways,
forgive the wrongs our hands have done.
How great the love, how large the grace
that gives redemption through your Son!
Source: In Melody and Songs: hymns from the Psalm versions of Isaac Watts #92