N. v.

CXXX.
1.-(1, 2. 5, 6, 7, 8.)
FROM lowest depths of woe,

To God I sent my cry;
Lord, hear my supplicating voice,

And graciously reply.
My soul with patience waits

For Thee, the living Lord;
My hopes are on Thy promise built,

Thy never-failing Word.
My longing eyes look out
For Thy enliv’ning ray,
More duly than the morning-watch

To spy the dawning day.
Let Israel trust in God,

No bounds His mercy knows ; [whence The plenteous source and spring from

Eternal succour flows.

Whose friendly streams to us

Supplies in want convey; A healing spring, a spring to cleansc, And wash our guilt away.

CXXX.

II.
LORD, hear my suppliant prayer,
O let Thine ears consider well

The voice of my complaint!
Should'st Thou each error mark,

Who could Thy sentence bear?
But mercy dwells with Thee, that men

Thy righteous truth may fear.
For Thee, the gracious Lord,

I wait with trustful eyes ;
On the sure comfort of Thy Word
My firm-built hope relies.

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