By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M. Psalm cxxx.
      1 OUT of the depth of self-despair,
      To thee, O Lord, I cry;
      My misery mark, attend my prayer,
      And bring salvation nigh.

      2 If thou art rigorously severe,
      Who may the test abide?
      Where shall the man of sin appear,
      Or how be justified?

      3 But O forgiveness is with thee,
      That sinners may adore,
      With filial fear thy goodness see,
      And never grieve thee more.

      4 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!

      5 Ye faithful souls, confide in God,
      Mercy with him remains,
      Plenteous redemption through his blood,
      To wash out all your stains.

      6 His Israel himself shall clear,
      From all their sins redeem;
      The Lord Our Righteousness is near,
      And we are just in him.