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.