Out of the Depths

Out of the depths

oh Lord

my God!

I

help­less

cry to Thee;

Hear Thou my hum­ble

sup­pli­ant word

And still at­tent­ive be.

If Thou

oh

Lord! should’st stern­ly mark

The heart’s ini­qui­ty

Oh

who shall stand when tro­ubles dark

O’erhang life’s stor­my sea?

But

that Thou may’st be ev­er feared

Forgiveness is with Thee:

My soul waits for the liv­ing Lord

Unto His word I flee.

Far more than they that anx­ious watch

For morn­ing’s ris­ing hour

My wait­ing soul doth long to catch

The spir­it of His pow’r.

Let Is­ra­el hope

my God

in Thee

For Thou hast mer­cy still;

And plen­te­ous grace

re­demp­tion free

Attend up­on Thy will.

He shall from all ini­qui­ty

Redeem His Is­ra­el’s host

Give crowns of glo­ry to the free

Salvation to the lost.