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 be extreme to mark
each secret sin and misdeed dark,
O who could stand before Thee?
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.
3 Therefore my trust is in the Lord,
and not in mine own merit;
on him my soul shall rest: his word
upholds my fainting spirit;
him promised mercy is my fort,
my comfort, and my strong support;
I wait for it with patience.
4 What though I wait the live-long night,
and till the dawn appeareth,
my heart still trusteth in his might;
it doubteth not nor feareth:
so let the Israelite in heart,
born of the Spirit, do his part,
and wait till God appeareth.
|First Line:||Out of the depths to thee I raise|
|Title:||Out of the Depths|
|Translator (mostly):||R. Massie (1854)|
|Name:||AUS TIEFER NOTH|
|Composer (melody):||Martin Luther (1524)|