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Aus Tiefer Not
Author: Martin Luther Meter: 8.7.87.8.8.7 Appears in 111 hymnals First Line: Aus tiefer Not schrei’ ich zu dir Lyrics: 1 Aus tiefer Not schrei’ ich zu dir,
Herr Gott, erhör mein Rufen;
Dein’ gnädig’ Ohren kehr zu mir
Und meiner Bitt sie öffnen!
Denn so du willst das sehen an,
Was Sünd’ und Unrecht ist getan,
Wer kann, Herr, vor dir bleiben?
2 Bei dir gilt nichts denn Gnad’ und Gunst,
Die ü zu vergeben;
Es ist doch unser Tun umsonst
Auch in dem besten Leben.
Vor dir Niemand sich rühmen kann,
Des muss dich fürchten Jedermann
Und deiner Gnade leben.
3 Darum auf Gott will hoffen ich,
Auf mein Verdienst nicht bauen;
Auf ihn mein Herz soll lassen sich
Und seiner Güte trauen,
Die mir zusagt sein wertes Wort,
Das ist mein Trost und treuer Hort,
Des will ich allzeit harren.
4 Und ob es währt bis in die Nacht
Und wieder an den Morgen,
Doch soll mein Herz an Gottes Macht
Verzweifeln nicht noch sorgen.
So tu’ Israel rechter Art,
Der aus dem Geist erzeuget ward
Und seines Gott’s erharre.
5 Ob bei uns ist der Sünden viel,
Bei Gott ist viel mehr Gnaden,
Sein’ Hand zu helfen hat kein Ziel,
Wie gross auch sei der Schaden.
Er ist allein der gute Hirt,
Der Israel erlösen wird
Aus seinen Sünden allen. Used With Tune: AUS TIEFER NOT
Aus Tiefer Not
Out of the Depths I Cry to Thee
Author: M. Luther, 1483-1546 ; C. Winkworth, 1827-78 Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 36 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Out of the depths I cry to Thee;
Lord, hear me I implore Thee!
Thy gracious ear incline to me;
My prayer let come before Thee.
On my misdeeds in mercy look
O deign to blot them from Thy book
Or who can stand before Thee?
2 Thy love and grace alone avail
To blot out my transgression;
The best and holiest deeds must fail
To break sin's dread oppression.
Before Thee none can boasting stand,
But all must fear Thy strict demand
And live alone by mercy.
3 Therefore my hope is in the Lord
And not in mine own merit;
It rests upon His faithful Word
to them of contrite spirit
That He is merciful and just--
This is my comfort and my trust.
His help I wait with patience.
4 And though it tarry till the night
And till the morning waken,
My heart shall never doubt His might
Nor count itself forsaken.
Do thus, O ye of Israel's seed,
Ye of the Spirit born indeed;
Wait for your God's appearing.
5 Where'er the greatest sins abound,
By grace they are exceeded;
Thy helping hand is always found
With aid where aid is needed.
Our Shepherd good and true is He
Who will at last His Israel free
From all their sin and sorrow.
Topics: Humility: Pharisee and Publican; Trinity 11 Scripture: Psalm 130 Used With Tune: AUS TIEFER NOT Text Sources: The New Congregational Hymn Book, 1859, tr. sts. 1, 5
Out of the Depths I Cry to Thee
Out of the Depths
Author: Martin Luther; Richard Massie Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 5 hymnals First Line: Out of the depths to Thee I raise Lyrics: 1 Out of the depths to Thee I raise
The voice of lamentation;
Lord, turn a gracious ear to me,
And hear my supplication.
If Thou shouldst count our every sin,
Each evil deed or thought within,
O who could stand before Thee?
2 To wash away the crimson stain
Grace, grace alone prevaileth.
Our works, alas! are all in vain;
In much the best life faileth.
For none can glory in Thy sight,
All must alike confess Thy might
And live alone by mercy.
3 Therefore my trust is in the Lord,
And not in mine own merit.
On God my soul shall rest; God's work
Upholds my fainting spirit.
God's promised mercy is my fort,
My comfort, and my strong support;
I wait for it with patience.
4 What though I wait the live-long night,
And till the dawn appeareth,
My heart still trusteth in God's might;
It doubteth not nor feareth:
So let the Israelites in heart,
Born of the Spirit, do their part,
And wait till God appeareth.
Scripture: Psalm 130 Used With Tune: AUS TIEFER NOT
Out of the Depths
From Depths of Woe I Raise to Thee
Author: Martin Luther Meter: 8.7.87.8.8.7 Appears in 11 hymnals Lyrics: 1. From depths of woe I raise to Thee
The 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,
O who shall stand before Thee?
2. 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.
3. Therefore my trust is in the Lord,
And not in mine own merit;
On Him my soul shall rest, His Word
Upholds my fainting spirit:
His promised mercy is my fort,
My comfort, and my sweet support;
I wait for it with patience.
4. What though I wait the livelong night,
And till the dawn appeareth,
My heart still trusteth in His might;
It doubteth not nor feareth:
Do thus, O ye of Israel’s seed,
Ye of the Spirit born indeed;
And wait till God appeareth.
5. 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. Used With Tune: AUS TIEFER NOT Text Sources: Composite translation from German to English
From Depths of Woe I Raise to Thee
Out of the Depths I Cry to You
Author: Martin Luther, 1483-1546 Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 3 hymnals Topics: Confession, Forgiveness; Grief, Sorrow; Confession, Forgiveness; Grief, Sorrow; Mercy; Trust, Guidance Used With Tune: AUS TIEFER NOT Text Sources: Tr. composite
Out of the Depths I Cry to You
From depths of woe I cry to thee
Appears in 2 hymnals Used With Tune: AUS TIEFER NOT SCHREI ICH ZU DIR
From depths of woe I cry to thee
Oft as the bell, with solemn toll
Author: Newton Appears in 78 hymnals Used With Tune: PASSING BELL
Oft as the bell, with solemn toll
For help, O whither shall I flee?
Author: J. Neander Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: 1 For help, O whither shall I flee?
Who now to peace will guide me?
To none, dear Savior, but to Thee,
Can I with hope confide me.
'Tis Thine to give the weary rest,
The mourning soul in Thee is blest,--
Help, Jesus, the afflicted!
2 My sin, O Lord, is now my grief,
Against my will it rages:
Thy grace alone an bring relief,
While sin its warfare wages,
All that I need is known to Thee,
And now a part myself can see,--
Help, Jesus, the sin-burdened!
3 Good Shepherd, bearest Thou the weak?
Sustain me in my weakness!
Thou great Physician of the sick,
Heal Thou my moral sickness!
A prey to death I helpless fall,--
For health and strength to Thee I call,
Save, Jesus, or I perish!
4 To those who trust Thee--"Nothing fear?
I am the life!"--Thou criest;
Seeks not my soul, with strong desire,
The life which Thou suppliest?
Though all my sorrows Thou canst lead,
In death provide for every need--
Help, Jesus, the confiding.
5 I would do good, but still I fail,--
Must I thus always waver?
What grief it gives Thou knowest well.
Who shall my soul deliver,
And set the salve for ever free
From sin and death to live with Thee?--
I thank Thee, God, through Jesus!
Topics: The Church Year Twenty-third Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Twenty-second Sunday after Trinity Used With Tune: [For help, O whither shall I flee?]
For help, O whither shall I flee?
From Depths of Woe, Lord God, I Cry
Author: Martin Luther, 1483-1546; Michael D. Schultz, b. 1963 Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Topics: Confession and Absolution Scripture: Psalm 130 Used With Tune: AUS TIEFER NOT
From Depths of Woe, Lord God, I Cry
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