1 Sunk in the depths of woe, to thee I cried,
On thee, my God, in all my griefs relied;
2 "O hear me, Lord; attend my humble pray'r;
"The sad complainings of thy servant hear.
3 "If thou, vindictive, not our crimes forgive,
Ah! who can bear the dread award and live?
4 "But still, our hearts to gratitude to move,
"Thy dear, thy darling attribute is love.
5 "In thy sure word my only hope I place,
"And wait the mercy of thy promis'd grace.
6 "As longs the watchman for the morning light,
"Tir'd with the tedious duty of the night;
"My anguish'd soul, o'erwhelm'd in misery,
"Asks for thy presence, Lord, and burns for thee."
7 Hope in the Lord, ye just; his mercy still
Redeems from woe, when we obey his will;
8 From all her crimes the spotted soul he'll clear,
Disperse each danger, and dispel each fear.
Source: New Version of the Psalms of David #CXXX
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