Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #158 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
From deep distress and troubled thoughts
To thee, my God, I raised my cries;
If thou severely mark our faults,
No flesh can stand before thine eyes.
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.
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?
My trust is fixed upon thy word,
Nor shall I trust thy word in vain;
Let mourning souls address the Lord,
And find relief from all their pain.
Great is his love, and large his grace,
Through the redemption of his Son;
He turns our feet from sinful ways,
And pardons what our hands have done.
Topics: Despair deliverance from it; Confession of sin, repentance, and pardon; Conscience its guilt relieved; Guilt of conscience relieved; Justification free; Distress relieved; Faith in Divine grace and power; Patience in darkness; Backsliding soul pardoned; Waiting for answer to prayer; Comfort and pardon; Grace pardoning; Pardon plentiful with God Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English
From deep distress and troubled thoughts