Hymn Book ‎#63

63. Out of the depths I cry to Thee

1 Out of the depths 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 remember each misdeed,
If each should have its rightful meed,
Who may abide Thy presence?

2 Our pardon is Thy gift, Thy love
Thy grace alone avail us;
Our works could ne’er our guilt remove,
The strictest life must fail us.
Before Thee none of aught can boast,
We're 'midst our fairest actions lost,
And live alone through mercy.

3 Therefore my hope is in His grace,
And not in my own merit;
On Him my confidence I place,
Instructed by His Spirit;
His precious word hath promised me
He will my joy and comfort be,
Thereon is my reliance.

4 And though it tarry till the night,
And round till morning weaken,
My heart shall ne'er mistrust His might,
Nor count itself forsaken.
Do thus, O ye of Israel's seed,
Ye of the Spirit born indeed,
Wait for your God's appearing.

5 Though great our sins and sore our woes,
His grace much more aboundeth;
His helping love no limit knows,
Our utmost need it soundeth.
Our Shepherd kind and true is He,
Who shall at last set Israel free
From all their sin and sorrow.

Text Information

• First Line: Out of the depths I cry to Thee
• Author: Luther
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1884
• Topic: Repentance

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