1 Out of the depths I call,
to God I send my cry;
Oh, hear my supplicating voice
and graciously reply.

2 For you my soul still waits
with patience undeterred;
My hopes are on your promise built,
your never-failing word.

3 My fainting spirit longs
for your enlivening ray,
more eager than the morning watch
to greet the dawning day.

4 Let Israel trust in God;
whose mercy boundless grows,
The plenteous source and spring from whom
redemption ever flows.

Source: The New Century Hymnal #483