1 From lowest Depths of Woe
to God I sent my Cry;
2 Lord, hear my supplicating Voice,
and graciously reply.
3 Should'st thou severely judge,
who can the Trial bear?
4 But thou forgiv'st, least we despond,
and quite renounce thy Fear.
5 My Soul with Patience waits
for Thee the living Lord;
My Hopes are on thy Promise built
thy never-failing Word.
6 My longing Eyes look out
for thy enliv'ning Ray,
More duly than the Morning Watch
to spy the dawning Day.
7 Let Isr'el trust in God,
no Bounds his Mercy knows;
The plenteous Source and Spring from whence
eternal Succour flows,
8 Whose friendly Streams to us
supplies in Want convey;
A healing Spring, a Spring to cleanse,
and wash our Guilt away.
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First Line: | From lowest Depths of Woe |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1754 |
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