1 Out of the deeps of long distress, The borders of despair, I sent my cries to seek thy grace, My groans to move thine ear.
2 Great God, should thy severer eye, And thine impartial hand, Mark and revenge iniquity, No mortal flesh could stand.
3 But there are pardons with my God For crimes of high degree; Thy Son has bought them with his blood To draw us near to thee.
4 [I wait for thy salvation, Lord, With strong desires I wait; My soul, invited by thy word, Stands watching at thy gate.]
5 [Just as the guards that keep the night Long for the morning skies, Watch the first beams of breaking light, And meet them with their eyes;
6 So waits my soul to see thy grace, And more intent than they, Meets the first openings of thy face, And finds a brighter day.]
7 [Then in the Lord let Israel trust, Let Israel seek his face; The Lord is good as well as just, And plenteous is his grace.
8 There's full redemption at his throne For sinners long enslav'd; The great Redeemer is his Son, And Israel shall be sav'd.]