FROM sorrow’s 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 shouldst mark our sins, who then could 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, as praying 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.
The Psalter, 1912