Text: | Pardoning grace |
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 hath 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.
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First Line: | Out of the deeps of long distress |
Title: | Pardoning grace |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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