Psalm 69 (Version 4, Part 1)

Deep in our hearts let us record

The deeper sorrows of our Lord;

Behold the rising billows roll

To overwhelm his holy soul.

In long complaints he spends his breath,

While hosts of hell, and powers of death,

And all the sons of malice join

To execute their curst design.

Yet, gracious God, thy power and love

Has made the curse a blessing prove;

Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son

Aton'd for sins which we had done.

The pangs of our expiring Lord

The honours of thy law restor'd;

His sorrows made thy justice known,

And paid for follies not his own.

O for his sake our guilt forgive,

And let the mourning sinner live;

The Lord will hear us in his Name,

Nor shall our hope be turn'd to shame.