From lowest depths of woe, To God I sent my cry (Tate and Brady)

Verse 1

From lowest depths of woe To God I sent my cry; Lord, hear my supplicating voice And graciously reply.

Verse 2

Should'st thou severely judge, Who can the trial bear? But thou forgiv'st, lest we despond; And quite renounce thy fear.

Verse 3

My soul with patience waits For thee, the living Lord; My hopes are on thy promise built, Thy never failing word.

Verse 4

My longing eyes look out For thy enliv'ning ray, More duly than the morning watch To spy the dawning day.

Verse 5

Let Isr'el trust in God, No bounds his mercy knows; The plenteous source and spring from whence Eternal succour flows,

Verse 6

Whose friendly streams to us Supplies in want convey; A healing spring, a spring to cleanse, And wash our guilt away.