1 I that am drawn out of the Depth,
Will sing upon the Shore;
I that in Hell's dark Suburbs lay,
Pure Mercy will adore.

2 The Terrors of the living God
My Soul did so affright;
I fear'd lest I should be condemn'd
To an Eternal Night.

3 Kind was the Pity of my Friends,
But could not ease my Smart;
Their Words indeed did reach my Case,
But could not reach my Heart.

4 Ah, what was then this World to me,
To whom God's Word was dark?
Who in my Dungeon could not see
One Beam or shining Spark.

5 What then were all the Creatures Smiles,
When the Creator frown'd?
My Days were Nights, my Life was Death,
My Being was my Wound.

6 Tortur'd and rack'd, with hellish Fears,
Lest God the Blow should give;
Mine Eyes did fail, my Heart did sink
Then Mercy did me live.