Psalm 130 (Tate & Brady)

1 From lowest depths of woe

to God I sent my cry;

2 Lord, hear my supplicating voice,

and graciously reply.

3 Should'st thou severely judge,

who can the trial bear?

4 But thou forgiv'st, lest we despond,

and quite renounce thy fear.

5 My soul with patience waits

for thee, the living Lord;

My hopes are on thy promise built,

thy never-failing word.

6 My longing eyes look out

for thy enliv'ning ray,

More duly than the morning watch

to spy the dawning day.

7 Let Israel trust in God,

no bounds his mercy knows;

The plenteous source and spring from whence

eternal succor flows.

8 Whose friendly streams to us

supplies in want convey;

A healing spring, a spring to cleanse,

and wash our guilt away.