1 Out of the depths I cry to you on high:
Lord, hear my call.
Bend down your ear and listen to my sigh,
If you should mark our sins, who then could stand?
But grace and mercy dwell at your right hand.
2 I wait for God, I trust his holy word;
he hears my sighs.
My soul still waits and looks unto the Lord;
my prayers arise.
I look for him to drive away my night--
yes, more than those who watch for morning light.
3 Hope in the Lord: unfailing is his love;
in him confide.
Mercy and full redemption from above
he does provide.
From sin and evil, mighty though they seem,
his arm almighty will his saints redeem
|First Line:||Out of the depths I cry to you on high|
|Title:||Out of the Depths|
|Source:||Psalter, 1912, alt.|
|Composer:||Charles H. Purday (1860)|