- Lord to thee I make my moan,
- when dangers me oppress:
- I call, I sigh, ‘plain, and groan,
- trusting to find release.
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- 2 Hear now O Lord, my request,
- for it is full due time:
- And let thine ears aye be pressed
- unto this prayer mine.
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- 3 O Lord our God if thou weigh
- our sins, and them peruse:
- Who shall then escape and say,
- I can myself excuse?
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- 4 But Lord thou art merciful,
- and turn’st to us thy grace;
- That we with hearts most careful,
- should fear before thy face.
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- 5 In God I put my whole trust,
- my soul waits on his will:
- For his promise is most just,
- and I hope therein still.
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- 6 My soul to God hath regard,
- wishing for him alway:
- More than they that watch and ward
- to see the dawning day.
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- 7 Let Israel then boldly
- in the Lord put his trust:
- He is that God of mercy
- that his deliver must.
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- 8 For he it is that must save
- Israel from his sin:
- And all such as surely have
- their confidence in him.
