218 O Lord, hear Thou my calling

1 O Lord, hear Thou my calling, Out of the deep I cry: To make my prayer availing, With aid to me draw nigh: O mark my lamentation, My restless sighing hear, And to my supplication Incline Thy gracious ear. 2 If Thou shouldst mark abuses And strict account demand, O Lord, with what excuses Could we before Thee stand? But if with true contrition Our sins we mourn and blame, Thou savest from perdition That we may fear Thy name. 3 In God my hope abideth, My trust is in the Lord, My soul in Him confideth And builds upon His word: My soul for Him is yearning, More longing for His grace Than daylight's sweet returning The watchman longs to trace. 4 Be God thy strong foundation, Thou chosen Israel! Thy God with whom salvation And mercy ever dwell; His river ever streameth With pardon full and free, He Israel redeemeth From all iniquity.