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Mazmur 130:1

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Mazmur 130:1

• [Mzm 130:1] From Deep Distress And Troubled Thoughts

  From deep distress and troubled thoughts To Thee, my God, I raised my cries; If Thou severely mark our faults, No flesh can stand before Thine eyes. But Thou hast built Thy throne of grace Free to dispense Thy pardons there, That sinners may approach Thy face, And hope and love, as well as fear. As the benighted pilgrims wait And long, and wish for breaking day, So waits my soul before Thy gate; When will my God His face display? My trust is fixed upon Thy Word, Nor shall I trust Thy Word in vain; Let mourning souls address the Lord And find relief from all their pain. Great is His love, and large His grace, Through the redemption of His Son; He turns our feet from sinful ways, And pardons what our hands have done.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 130:1] From Depths Of Woe I Raise To Thee

  From depths of woe I raise to Thee The voice of lamentation; Lord, turn a gracious ear to me And hear my supplication; If Thou iniquities dost mark, Our secret sins and misdeeds dark, O who shall stand before Thee? To wash away the crimson stain, Grace, grace alone availeth; Our works, alas! are all in vain; In much the best life faileth: No man can glory in Thy sight, All must alike confess Thy might, And live alone by mercy. Therefore my trust is in the Lord, And not in mine own merit; On Him my soul shall rest, His Word Upholds my fainting spirit: His promised mercy is my fort, My comfort, and my sweet support; I wait for it with patience. What though I wait the livelong night, And till the dawn appeareth, My heart still trusteth in His might; It doubteth not nor feareth: Do thus, O ye of Israel’s seed, Ye of the Spirit born indeed; And wait till God appeareth. Though great our sins and sore our woes, His grace much more aboundeth; His helping love no limit knows, Our utmost need it soundeth. Our Shepherd good and true is He, Who will at last His Israel free. From all their sin and sorrow.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 130:1] From Out The Depths I Cry, O Lord

  From out the depths I cry, O Lord, to Thee, Lord, hear my call. I love Thee, Lord, for Thou dost heed my plea, Forgiving all. If Thou dost mark our sins, who then shall stand? But grace and mercy dwell at Thy right hand. I wait for God, the Lord, and on His Word My hope relies; My soul still waits and looks unto the Lord Till light arise. I look for Him to drive away my night, Yea, more than watchmen look for morning light. Hope in the Lord, ye waiting saints, and He Will well provide; For mercy and redemption full and free With Him abide. From sin and evil, mighty though they seem, His arm almighty will His saints redeem.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 130:1] From The Depths Do I Invoke Thee

  From the depths do I invoke Thee, Lord, to me incline Thine ear; To my voice be Thou attentive, And my supplications hear. Lord, if Thou shouldst mark transgressions, In Thy presence who shall stand? But with Thee there is forgiveness, That Thy Name may fear command. For Jehovah I am waiting And my hope is in His Word; In His Word of promise given, Yea, my soul waits for the Lord. For the Lord my soul is waiting More than watchers in the night; More than they for morning watching, Watching for the morning light. Hope in God, ye waiting people, Mercies great in Him abound; With the Lord a full redemption From the guilt of sin is found.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 130:1] From The Depths My Prayer Ascendeth

  From the depths my prayer ascendeth Unto God on high; Hear, O Lord, my supplication And my cry. None can stand unscathed and blameless In Thy judgment just, But the contrite in Thy mercy Humbly trust. Lord, my hope is in Thy promise, And I wait for Thee More than they who watch for morning, Light to see. With the Lord is tender mercy, And redeeming love; Israel, look for full salvation From above.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 130:1] Lord, From The Depths To Thee I Cried

  Lord, from the depths to Thee I cried: My voice, Lord, do Thou hear; Unto my supplication’s voice Give an attentive ear. Lord, who shall stand, if Thou, O Lord, Shouldst mark iniquity? But yet with Thee forgiveness is, That feared Thou mayest be. I wait for God, my soul doth wait; My hope is in His Word. More than they that for morning watch, My soul waits for the Lord. I say, more than they that do watch The morning light to see. Let Israel hope in the Lord, For with Him mercies be. Redemption also plenteous Is ever found with Him; And from all his iniquities He Israel shall redeem.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 130:1] Out Of My Bondage, Sorrow, And Night

  Out of my bondage, sorrow, and night, Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come; Into Thy freedom, gladness, and light, Jesus, I come to Thee; Out of my sickness, into Thy health, Out of my want and into Thy wealth, Out of my sin and into Thyself, Jesus, I come to Thee. Out of my shameful failure and loss, Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come; Into the glorious gain of Thy cross, Jesus, I come to Thee. Out of earth’s sorrows into Thy balm, Out of life’s storms and into Thy calm, Out of distress to jubilant psalm, Jesus, I come to Thee. Out of unrest and arrogant pride, Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come; Into Thy blessèd will to abide, Jesus, I come to Thee. Out of myself to dwell in Thy love, Out of despair into raptures above, Upward for aye on wings like a dove, Jesus, I come to Thee. Out of the fear and dread of the tomb, Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come; Into the joy and light of Thy throne, Jesus, I come to Thee. Out of the depths of ruin untold, Into the peace of Thy sheltering fold, Ever Thy glorious face to behold, Jesus, I come to Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 130:1] Out Of The Deep I Call

  Out of the deep I call, To Thee, O Lord, to Thee, Before Thy throne of grace I fall; Be merciful to me. Out of the deep I cry, The woeful deep of sin, Of evil done in days gone by, Of evil now within. Out of the deep of fear And dread of coming shame; All night till morning watch is near I plead the precious Name. Lord, there is mercy now, As ever was, with Thee, Before Thy throne of grace I bow; Be merciful to me.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 130:1] Out Of The Deeps Of Long Distress

  Out of the deeps of long distress, The borders of despair, I sent my cries to seek Thy grace, My groans to move Thine ear. Great God, should Thy severer eye, And Thine impartial hand, Mark and revenge iniquity, No mortal flesh could stand. But there are pardons with my God For crimes of high degree; Thy Son has bought them with His blood, To draw us near to Thee. I wait for Thy salvation, Lord, With strong desires I wait; My soul, invited by Thy Word, Stands watching at Thy gate. Just as the guards that keep the night Long for the morning skies, Watch the first beams of breaking light, And meet them with their eyes; So waits my soul to see Thy grace, And, more intent than they, Meets the first openings of Thy face, And finds a brighter day. Then in the Lord let Israel trust, Let Israel seek His face; The Lord is good as well as just, And plenteous is His grace. There’s full redemption at His throne For sinners long enslaved; The great Redeemer is His Son, And Israel shall be saved.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 130:1] Out Of The Depths To Thee I Cry

  Out of the depths to Thee I cry, Whose fainting footsteps trod The paths of our humanity, Incarnate Son of God! Thou Man of grief, who once apart Didst all our sorrows bear, The trembling hand, the fainting heart The agony, and prayer! Is this the consecrated dower, Thy chosen ones obtain, To know Thy resurrection power Through fellowship of pain? Then, O my soul, in silence wait; Faint not, O faltering feet; Press onward to that blest estate, In righteousness complete. Let faith transcend the passing hour, The transient pain and strife, Upraised by an immortal power, The power of endless life.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 130:1] When In The Hour Of Utmost Need

  When in the hour of utmost need We know not where to look for aid, When days and nights of anxious thought Nor help nor counsel yet have brought. Then this our comfort is alone, That we may meet before Thy throne, And cry, O faithful God, to Thee For rescue from our misery. That so with all our hearts we may Once more our glad thanksgivings pay, And walk obedient to Thy Word, And now and ever praise the Lord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal