From lowest depths of woe, To God I sent my cry (Tate and Brady)

1 From lowest depths of woe
To God I sent my cry;
Lord, hear my supplicating voice
And graciously reply.

2 Should'st thou severely judge,
Who can the trial bear?
But thou forgiv'st, lest we despond;
And quite renounce thy fear.

3 My soul with patience waits
For thee, the living Lord;
My hopes are on thy promise built,
Thy never failing word.

6 My longing eyes look out
For thy enliv'ning ray,
More duly than the morning watch
To spy the dawning day.

7 Let Isr'el trust in God,
No bounds his mercy knows;
The plenteous source and spring from whence
Eternal succour flows,

8 Whose friendly streams to us
Supplies in want convey;
A healing spring, a spring to cleanse,
And wash our guilt away.


Source: The Psalms of David: with hymns and spiritual songs: also, the catechism, confession of faith, and liturgy of the Reformed Church in the Netherlands #130