Poems (Toke)/Psalm CXXX

by Emma Toke

PSALM CXXX.

ROM the deep swelling waves
 Of sorrow's stormy sea,
To Thee, my God and King, I cry,
 Oh, hear and answer me.

Lord, hear my mournful cry,
 And let Thy listening ear
Attend the voice of my complaint,
 And grant my fervent prayer.

If Thou shouldst strictly mark
 The erring sinner's way,
Who could abide Thy piercing glance?
 Oh, who could stand Thy day?

But mercy's pardoning voice,
 With Thee, O Lord, is found;
And contrite sinners hear Thy love,
 And tremble at the sound.

And so my anxious soul
 Doth wait for Thee, O Lord;
My trust is in Thy promise sure,
 My hope is in Thy word.

Aye, more than those who watch
 For morning's earliest ray,
And long to catch her first pale beam,
 So waits my soul for Thee.

Oh, Israel, trust in God,
 With Him is mercy found;
With Him thy full redemption rests,
 To heal each smarting wound.

He will redeem thy soul
 From every sin and woe;
And every humble, contrite heart,
 His truth and love shall know.

E.