His promised mercy is my fort

i don't have any words today, so i give you luther's, inspired by david's:

Psalm 130 (From Depths of Woe)

From the depths of woe I raise to Thee The voice of lamentation;
Lord, turn a gracious ear to me And hear my supplication;
If Thou iniquities dost mark, Our secret sins and misdeeds dark,
O who shall stand before Thee?

To wash away the crimson stain, Grace, grace alone availeth;
Our works, alas! Are all in vain; In much the best life faileth;
No man can glory in Thy sight, All must alike confess Thy might,
And live alone by mercy

Therefore my trust is in the Lord, And not in mine own merit;
On Him my soul shall rest, His Word Upholds my fainting spirit;
His promised mercy is my fort, My comfort and my sweet support;
I wait for it with patience

What though I wait the live-long night, And ’til the dawn appeareth,
My heart still trusteth in His might; It doubteth not nor feareth;
Do thus, O ye of Israel’s seed,Ye of the Spirit born indeed;
And wait ’til God appeareth

Though great our sins and sore our woes, His grace much more aboundeth;
His helping love no limit knows, Our upmost need it soundeth.
Our Shepherd good and true is He, Who will at last His Israel free
From all their sin and sorrow

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