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.
Display Title: From Out the Depths I Cry, O LordFirst Line: From out the depths I cry, O Lord, to TheeTune Title: SANDONAuthor: AnonymousMeter: 10.4.10.4.10.10Source: The Psalter (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania: The United Presbyterian Board of Publication, 1912), number 362
Display Title: From out the Depths I Cry, O Lord, to TheeFirst Line: From out the depths I cry, O Lord, to theeTune Title: SANDONMeter: 10.4.10.4.10.10.Scripture: Psalm 130Date: 1990Subject: Trust in God | ; Waiting upon God | ; The Christian Life | Forgiveness of Sins; God | Mercy of; Preparatory Service |Source: The Psalter, 1912; alt. 1961