Out of the depths I cry to Thee

Verse 1

From depths of woe I cry to Thee, Lord, hear me, I implore Thee. Bend down Thy gracious ear to me; my prayer let come before Thee. If Thou rememb'rest every sin, if naught but just reward we win, could we abide Thy presence?

Verse 2

Thy love and grace alone avail to blot out my transgression; the best and holiest deeds must fail to break sin's dread oppression. Before Thee none can boasting stand, but all must fear Thy strict demand and live alone by mercy.

Verse 3

Therefore my hope is in the LORD and not in mine own merit; it rests upon His faithful word to them of contrite spirit that He is merciful and just; this is my comfort and my trust. His help I wait with patience.

Verse 4

And though it tarry till the night and till the morning waken, my heart shall never doubt His might nor count itself forsaken. Do thus, O ye of Adam's seed, ye of the Spirit born indeed; wait for your God's appearing.

Verse 5

Though great our time and sore our woes, His grace much more aboundeth; His helping love no limit knows, our utmost need it soundeth. Our Shepherd good and true is He, who will at last His people free from all their sin and sorrow.