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From depths of woe I raise to Thee a voice of lamentation
Lord, turn a gracious ear to me and hear my supplication
If Thou iniquities dost mark - our secret sins and misdeeds dark -
Oh, who shall stand before Thee?
To wash away the crimson stain, grace, grace alone availeth
Our works, alas, are all in vain; in much the best life faileth
No man can glory in Thy sight; all must alike confess Thy might
And live alone by mercy.
Therefore my trust is in the Lord, and not in my own merit
On Him my soul shall rest, His work upholds my fainting spirit
His promised mercy is my fort, my comfort, and my sweet support
I wait for Him with patience.
What though I wait the live-long night, and till the dawn appeareth
My heart still trusteth in His might; it doubteth not nor feareth
Do thus you of Israel's seed, you of the Spirit born indeed
And wait till God appeareth.
Though great our sins and sore our woes His grace much more aboundeth
His helping love no limit knows, our utmost need it soundeth
Our Shepherd good and true is He, who will at last His Israel free
From all their sin and sorrow.