From the dark borders of despair

I. From the dark borders of despair
To thee, my God, I cry;
O wilt thou pitying hear my pray’r,
And ev’ry plaintive sigh.

II. Lord, who shall stand before thy face,
If thou shouldn’t mark our faults
With eye severe? What hope of grace
Could chear my mournful thoughts?

III. But sov’reign mercy dwells with thee,
Hope dawns amid my fears;
Divine forgiveness, large and free,
Shall stay my flowing tears.

IV. On God alone my soul would wait,
His sacred word my stay;
His sacred word can light create,
And turn my night to day.

V. As those who wait with longing eyes
To see the chearful morn,
So shall my ardent wishes rise,
‘Till thou, my God, return.

VI. Let fainting Israel on the Lord
With chearful hope recline,
For pow’r and mercy in his word
With boundless glory shine.

VII. Unnumber’d thro’ their sins appear,
And fill their hearts with pain,
His saving love dispels their fear,
And cleanses ev’ry stain.

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