Psalm 130
Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 From lowest depths of woe
to God I sent my cry;
2 Lord, hear my supplicating voice,
and graciously reply.
3 Should'st thou severely judge,
who can the trial bear?
4 But thou forgiv'st, lest we despond,
and quite renounce thy fear.
5 My soul with patience waits
for thee, the living Lord;
My hopes are on thy promise built,
thy never-failing word.
6 My longing eyes look out
for thy enliv'ning ray,
More duly than the morning watch
to spy the dawning day.
7 Let Israel trust in God,
no bounds his mercy knows;
The plenteous source and spring from whence
eternal succor flows.
8 Whose friendly streams to us
supplies in want convey;
A healing spring, a spring to cleanse,
and wash our guilt away.
