Out of the depths I cry to thee, O Lord, my sins bewailing

Verse 1

Out of the depths I cry to thee, O Lord, my sins bewailing! Bow down thy gracious ear to me, Make thou my prayer availing. Mark not my misdeeds in thy book, But on my sins in mercy look, Or who can stand before thee? A-men.

Verse 2

With thee there is forgiveness, Lord, And love and grace abounding; The noblest thought and deed and word Were else but empty sounding. All guilty in thy sight appear; All to thy presence come in fear, And find thy lovingkindness.

Verse 3

Like those who watch upon the wall To welcome in the morning, My soul doth wait thy quiet call, Her self with hope adorning. So may all Israel look for thee, And in thy day find mercy free, And plenteous redemption. Amen.