From Out the Depths I Cry, O Lord

From out the depths I cry

O Lord

to Thee

Lord

hear my call.

I love Thee

Lord

for Thou dost heed my plea

Forgiving all.

If Thou dost mark our sins

who then shall stand?

But grace and mer­cy dwell at Thy right hand.

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.

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.