Out of the Deeps of Long Distress

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.

Great God

should Thy sev­er­er eye

And Thine im­par­tial hand

Mark and re­venge ini­qui­ty

No mor­tal flesh could stand.

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.

I wait for Thy sal­va­tion

Lord

With strong de­sires I wait;

My soul

in­vit­ed by Thy Word

Stands watch­ing at Thy gate.

Just as the guards that keep the night

Long for the morn­ing skies

Watch the first beams of break­ing light

And meet them with their eyes;

So waits my soul to see Thy grace

And

more in­tent than they

Meets the first op­en­ings of Thy face

And finds a bright­er day.

Then in the Lord let Is­ra­el trust

Let Is­ra­el seek His face;

The Lord is good as well as just

And plen­te­ous is His grace.

There’s full re­demp­tion at His throne

For sin­ners long en­slaved;

The great Re­deem­er is His Son

And Is­ra­el shall be saved.