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PSALM CXXX.
ROM the deep swelling wavesOf sorrow's stormy sea,
To Thee, my God and King, I cry,
Oh, hear and answer me.
Lord, hear my mournful cry,
And let Thy listening ear
Attend the voice of my complaint,
And grant my fervent prayer.
And let Thy listening ear
Attend the voice of my complaint,
And grant my fervent prayer.
If Thou shouldst strictly mark
The erring sinner's way,
Who could abide Thy piercing glance?
Oh, who could stand Thy day?
The erring sinner's way,
Who could abide Thy piercing glance?
Oh, who could stand Thy day?
But mercy's pardoning voice,
With Thee, O Lord, is found;
And contrite sinners hear Thy love,
And tremble at the sound.
With Thee, O Lord, is found;
And contrite sinners hear Thy love,
And tremble at the sound.
And so my anxious soul
Doth wait for Thee, O Lord;
My trust is in Thy promise sure,
My hope is in Thy word.
Doth wait for Thee, O Lord;
My trust is in Thy promise sure,
My hope is in Thy word.
