Classic Poem

1.

To Thee from out the Deeps I pray,
With heaviest woes oppress'd:
Lord, let thine ears attentive weigh
The voice of my request.

2.

If from the Sons of human birth
Thy wrath its debt demand,
O who, throughout the peopled earth,
Beneath that wrath shall stand?

3.

But Sin's worst wounds thy Mercy heals:
As down its pow'rs descend,
The grateful Soul their influence feels,
And trembles to offend.

4.

Thee, Lord, I seek, the Wise, the Just;
My soul, by Thee upheld,
Expectant waits (thy Word its trust)
Till Thou thy beams shalt yield.

5.

Not thus intent their longing sight
The wearied Watchmen rear,
Not thus intent the growing light
Observe, when morn is near.

6.

O trust in God; for Love in Him,
And Grace abundant, reign:
He, Jacob , shall thy Sons redeem,
And purge their ev'ry stain.