1 Out of the deep I cry to Thee,
My God, with heart’s contrition;
Bow down Thine ear in grace to me,
And hear Thou my petition;
For if in judgment Thou wilt try
Man’s sin and great iniquity,
Ah, who can stand before Thee.
2 To gain remission of our sin,
No work of ours availeth;
God’s favor we may strive to win,
But all our labor faileth;
We’re ‘midst our fairest actions lost,
And none ‘fore Him of aught can boast.
We live alone through mercy.
3 Therefore my hope is in His grace
And not in my own merit;
On Him my confidence I place,
Instructed by His Spirit;
His precious Word hath promised me
He will my Joy and Comfort be;
Thereon is my reliance.
4 Though sin with us much abound,
Yet grace still more aboundeth;
Sufficient help in Christ is found,
Where sin most deeply woundeth.
He the good Shepherd is indeed,
Who His lost sheep doth seek and lead
With tender love and pity.
Source: Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church #317
|First Line:||Out of the deep I cry to Thee, My God, with heart's contrition|
|German Title:||Aus tiefer Not schrei ich zu Dir|
|Copyright:||This text in in the public domain in the United States because it was published before 1923.|