Out of the Depths

Verse 1

Out of the depths to Thee I raise The voice of lamentation; Lord, turn a gracious ear to me, And hear my supplication. If Thou shouldst count our every sin, Each evil deed or thought within, O who could stand before Thee?

Verse 2

To wash away the crimson stain Grace, grace alone prevaileth. Our works, alas! are all in vain; In much the best life faileth. For none can glory in Thy sight, All must alike confess Thy might And live alone by mercy.

Verse 3

Therefore my trust is in the Lord, And not in mine own merit. On God my soul shall rest; God's work Upholds my fainting spirit. God's promised mercy is my fort, My comfort, and my strong support; I wait for it with patience.

Verse 4

What though I wait the live-long night, And till the dawn appeareth, My heart still trusteth in God's might; It doubteth not nor feareth: So let the Israelites in heart, Born of the Spirit, do their part, And wait till God appeareth.