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 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 guard that keeps 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 op'nings of thy face,
And finds a brighter day.]
7 [Then in the Lord let Isr'el trust,
Let Isr'el 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 Isr'el 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: | 1780 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. |