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Out of the depth of self-despair,
To thee, O Lord, I cry;
My misery mark, attend my prayer,
And bring salvation nigh.
If thou art rigorously severe,
Who may the test abide?
Where shall the man of sin appear,
Or how be justified?
But O forgiveness is with thee,
That sinners may adore,
With filial fear thy goodness see,
And never grieve thee more.
My soul, while still to him it flies,
Prevents the morning ray:
O that his mercy's beams would rise,
And bring the gospel-day!
Ye faithful souls, confide in God,
Mercy with him remains,
Plenteous redemption through his blood,
To wash out all your stains.
His Israel himself shall clear,
From all their sins redeem;
The Lord Our Righteousness is near,
And we are just in him.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 130;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1889 | # 625 |
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