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.