From lowest depths of woe, To God I sent my cry (Hopkinson)

Verse 1

From lowest Depths of Woe, To GOD I sent my Cry; LORD, hear my mournful Voice, And graciously reply: Should'st thou severely judge, Who can the Trial bear? But Pardon is with thee, That Men thy name should fear.

Verse 2

My Soul with Patience waits, And trusts in thee, O LORD; My Hopes are built upon Thy never-failing Word: My longing Eyes look out, For thy enliv'ning Ray; Just as the Morning-Watch Looks for the dawning Day.

Verse 3

Let Israel trust in GOD; No Bounds his Mercy knows; The Source and Spring from whence Eternal Succour flows. Whose friendly Streams, to us, Supplies in Want convey; A healing Stream to cleanse And wash our Guilt away.