Breathing after comfort and deliverance.

ver.153

ver.39,116

ver.122,135

ver.82

ver.132

My God, consider my distress,

Let mercy plead my cause;

Though I have sinned against thy grace,

I can't forget thy laws.

Forbid, forbid the sharp reproach

Which I so justly fear;

Uphold my life, uphold my hopes,

Not let my shame appear.

Be thou a surety, Lord, for me,

Nor let the proud oppress;

But make thy waiting servant see

The shinings of thy face.

My eyes with expectation fail,

My heart within me cries,

|When will the Lord his truth fulfil,

And make my comforts rise?|

Look down upon my sorrows, Lord,

And show thy grace the same

As thou art ever wont t' afford

To those that love thy name.