1 From out the depths I cry, O Lord, to thee;
Lord, hear my call.
I love thee, Lord, for thou dost heed my plea,
If thou dost mark our sins, who then shall stand?
But grace and mercy dwell at thy right hand.
2 I wait for God, the Lord, and on his Word
my hope relies;
my soul still waits and looks unto the Lord
till light arise.
I look for him to drive away my night,
yea, more than watchmen look for morning light.
3 Hope in the Lord, ye waiting saints, and he
will well provide;
for mercy and redemption full and free
with him abide.
From sin and evil, mighty though they seem,
his arm almighty will his saints redeem.
|First Line:||From out the depths I cry, O Lord, to thee|
|Title:||From out the Depths I Cry, O Lord, to Thee|
|Topic:||Trust in God; Waiting upon God; The Christian Life: Forgiveness of Sins(2 more...)|
|Source:||The Psalter, 1912; alt. 1961|
|Composer:||Charles H. Purday (1860)|