De profundis

Verse 1

Lord, unto thee I make my moan, when dangers me oppress: I call, I sigh, complain and groan, trusting to find release

Verse 2

Hearken, O Lord, to my request, unto my suit incline, And let thine ears, O Lord, be prest to hear this prayer of mine.

Verse 3

O Lord our God, if thou survey our sins, and them peruse, Who shall escape? or who dare say, I can myself excuse?

Verse 4

But thou art merciful and free, and boundless in thy grace, That we might always careful be to fear before thy face.

Verse 5

In God the Lord I put my trust, my soul waits on his will; His promise is for ever just, and I hope therein still

Verse 6

My soul to God hath great regard, wishing for him alway: Much more than they, that watch and ward to see the dawning day

Verse 7

O Israel, trust in the Lord, with him there mercy is, And he doth plenteously afford redemption unto his.

Verse 8

Even he it is that Israel shall, through his abundant grace, Redeem from his offences all, and wholly them deface.