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MY SOUL WAITETH FOR THEE




From deep distress and troubled thoughts
To thee, my God, I raise 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 break of 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.


---Alternative verses---


From deep distress and troubled thoughts
To thee, my God, I raised my cry;
If thou severely mark our faults,
O, who could stand before thine eye.


But who 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.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1719
      Bible Refs: Ps 130;
      MUSIC
      Name: ANGELUS
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1657
        SCORE PREVIEW
        score
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
        8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
        8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
        8 8 8 8 (L.M.)

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