Poems (Toke)/Psalm CXXX

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PSALM CXXX.
FROM the deep swelling waves Of sorrow's stormy sea,To Thee, my God and King, I cry, Oh, hear and answer me.
Lord, hear my mournful cry, And let Thy listening earAttend the voice of my complaint, And grant my fervent prayer.
If Thou shouldst strictly mark The erring sinner's way,Who could abide Thy piercing glance? Oh, who could stand Thy day?
But mercy's pardoning voice, With Thee, O Lord, is found;And contrite sinners hear Thy love, And tremble at the sound.
And so my anxious soul Doth wait for Thee, O Lord;My trust is in Thy promise sure, My hope is in Thy word.
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Aye, more than those who watch For morning's earliest ray,And long to catch her first pale beam, So waits my soul for Thee.
Oh, Israel, trust in God, With Him is mercy found;With Him thy full redemption rests, To heal each smarting wound.
He will redeem thy soul From every sin and woe;And every humble, contrite heart, His truth and love shall know.
E.


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