1 Lord, unto thee I make my moan,
when dangers me oppress:
I call, I sigh, complain and groan,
trusting to find release
2 Hearken, O Lord, to my request,
unto my suit incline,
And let thine ears, O Lord, be prest
to hear this prayer of mine.
3 O Lord our God, if thou survey
our sins, and them peruse,
Who shall escape? or who dare say,
I can myself excuse?
4 But thou art merciful and free,
and boundless in thy grace,
That we might always careful be
to fear before thy face.
5 In God the Lord I put my trust,
my soul waits on his will;
His promise is for ever just,
and I hope therein still
6 My soul to God hath great regard,
wishing for him alway:
Much more than they, that watch and ward
to see the dawning day
7 O Israel, trust in the Lord,
with him there mercy is,
And he doth plenteously afford
redemption unto his.
8 Even he it is that Israel shall,
through his abundant grace,
Redeem from his offences all,
and wholly them deface.
Source: The Whole Book of Psalms #CXXX