From Depths of Woe I Raise to Thee

Verse 1

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 should be extreme to mark each secret sin and misdeed dark, O who could stand before Thee? O who could stand before Thee?

Verse 2

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. And live alone by mercy.

Verse 3

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. I wait for it with patience.

Verse 4

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; So let the Israelite in heart, born of the Spirit, do his part, And wait ’til God appeareth. And wait ’til God appeareth.

Verse 5

Although our sin is great indeed, God's mercies far exceed it; His hand can give the help we need, however much we need it. He is the Shepherd of the sheep who Israel doth guard and keep, And shall from sin redeem him. And shall from sin redeem him.