1 O Lord, hear Thou my calling,
Out of the deep I cry:
O make my prayer availing;
With aid to me draw nigh:
O mark my lamentation,
My restless sighing hear,
And to my supplication
Incline thy gracious ear.
2 If Thou shouldst mark abuses
And strict account demand,
O Lord, with what excuses
Could we before Thee stand?
But if with true contrition
Our sins we mourn and blame,
Thou savest from perdition
That we may fear Thy name.
3 In God my hope abideth,
My trust is in the Lord,
My soul in Him confideth
And builds upon His word:
My soul for Him is yearning,
More longing for His grace
Than daylight's sweet returning
The watchman longs to trace.
4 Be God thy strong foundation,
Thou chosen Israel;
Thy God with whom salvation
And mercy ever dwell;
His river ever streameth
With pardon full and free,
He Israel redeemeth
From all iniquity.
Source: The Lutheran Hymnary #218