Sunk in the depths of woe, to thee I cried

Verse 1

Sunk in the depths of woe, to thee I cried, On thee, my God, in all my griefs relied;

Verse 2

"O hear me, Lord; attend my humble pray'r; "The sad complainings of thy servant hear.

Verse 3

"If thou, vindictive, not our crimes forgive, Ah! who can bear the dread award and live?

Verse 4

"But still, our hearts to gratitude to move, "Thy dear, thy darling attribute is love.

Verse 5

"In thy sure word my only hope I place, "And wait the mercy of thy promis'd grace.

Verse 6

"As longs the watchman for the morning light, "Tir'd with the tedious duty of the night; "My anguish'd soul, o'erwhelm'd in misery, "Asks for thy presence, Lord, and burns for thee."

Verse 7

Hope in the Lord, ye just; his mercy still Redeems from woe, when we obey his will;

Verse 8

From all her crimes the spotted soul he'll clear, Disperse each danger, and dispel each fear.