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from deep distress and troubled thoughts
to thee my god, I raisd my cries,
if thou severely mark our faults
No flesh could stand befor thine eyes
but thou has built thy throne of grace,
free to dispense thy pardons there,
that sinners may approach thy face,
And hope and love as will 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 there pains.