25 (2)Psalm 25 Version 2
(vv 15-22)
    MINE eyes and my desire
   Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead His promises,
    And rest upon His Word.
2      When shall the sovereign grace
    Of my forgiving God,
Restore me from those dangerous ways
    My wandering feet have trod?
3      The tumult of my thoughts
    Doth but enlarge my woe;
My spirit languishes: my heart
    Is desolate and low.
4      O keep my soul from death,
    Nor put my hope to shame;
For I have placed my only trust
    In my Redeemer’s name.
5      With humble faith I wait
    To see Thy face again;
Believing that Thy blood-bought saints
    Shall never trust in vain.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748