Pardoning grace. <br /> <br />Out of the deeps of long distress, <br />The borders of despair, <br />I sent my cries to seek thy grace, <br />My groans to move thine ear. <br /> <br />Great God, should thy severer eye, <br />And thine impartial hand, <br />Mark and revenge iniquity, <br />No mortal flesh could stand. <br /> <br />But there are pardons with my God <br />For crimes of high degree; <br />Thy Son has bought them with his blood, <br />To draw us near to thee. <br /> <br />[I wait for thy salvation, Lord, <br />With strong desires I wait; <br />My soul, invited by thy word, <br />Stands watching at thy gate.] <br /> <br />[Just as the guards that keep the night <br />Long for the morning skies, <br />Watch the first beams of breaking light, <br />And meet them with their eyes; <br /> <br />So waits my soul to see thy grace, <br />And, more intent than they, <br />Meets the first openings of thy face, <br />And finds a brighter day.] <br /> <br />[Then in the Lord let Isr'el trust, <br />Let Isr'el seek his face; <br />The Lord is good as well as just, <br />And plenteous is his grace. <br /> <br />There's full redemption at his throne <br />For sinners long enslaved; <br />The great Redeemer is his Son, <br />And Isr'el shall be saved.]<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-130/
