Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#292a

292a. From deep distress and troubled tho'ts

1 From deep distress and troubled tho'ts
To thee, my God, I rais'd my cries:
If thou severely mark our faults,
No flesh can stand before thine eye.

2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace,
Free to dispense thy pardons there,
That sinners may approach thy face,
And hope, and love, as well as fear.

3 As the benighted pilgrims wait,
And long, and wish for breaking day,
So waits my soul before thy gate;
When will my God his face display?

4 My trust is fix'd upon thy word,
Nor shall I trust thy word in vain:
Let mourning souls address the Lord,
And find relief from all their pain.

5 Great is his love, and large his grace,
Thro' the redemption of his Son;
He turns our feet from sinful ways,
And pardons what our hands have done.

Text Information

• First Line: From deep distress and troubled tho'ts
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 130

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