Out of the Deep I Cry to Thee

1. Out of the deep I cry to Thee; O Lord God, hear my cry- ing: In- cline Thy gra- cious ear to me, With prayer to Thee ap- ply- ing. For if Thou fix Thy search- ing eye On all sin and in- iq- ui- ty, Who, Lord, can stand be- fore Thee?

2. But love and grace with Thee pre- vail, O God, our sins for- giv- ing; The ho- liest deeds can naught a- vail Of all be- fore Thee liv- ing. Be- fore Thee none can boast him clear; There- fore must each Thy judg- ment fear, And live on Thy com- pas- sion.

3. For this, my hope in God shall rest, Naught build- ing on my mer- it; My heart con- fides, of Him pos- sest, His good- ness stays my spi- rit. His prec- ious word as- sur- eth me; My sol- ace, my sure Rock is he, Where- on my soul a- bid- eth.

4. And though I wait the live- long night And till the morn re- turn- eth, My heart un- doubt- ing trusts His might Nor in im- pa- tience mourn- eth. Born of His Spi- rit, Is- ra- el In the right Way thus far- eth well, And on his God re- pos- eth

5. What though our sins are man- i- fold? Su- preme His mer- cy reign- eth; No lim- it can His hand with- hold, Where ev- il most ob- tain- eth. He the good Shep- herd is a- lone, Who Is- rael will re- deem and own, For- giv- ing all trans- gres- sion.