1 Out of the depths of doubt and fear,
Depths of despair and grief,
I cry; my voice, O Jesus, hear,
And come to my relief!
2 Thy gracious ears, O Savior, bow
To my distressful cries,
For who shall stand, O LORD, if Thou
Should'st mark iniquities?
3 But why do I my soul distress?
Forgiveness is with Thee:
With Thee there is abundant grace,
What Thou may'st feared be.
4 Then for the LORD my soul shall wait,
And in His word I'll hope;
Continue knocking at His gate,
Till He the door shall open.
5 Not weary guards who watch for morn,
And stand with longing eyes,
Feel such desires to see the dawn,
The joyful dawn arise!
6 They never feel such warm desires
As those which in me move,
As those wherewith my soul aspires
To see the God of love!
7 O God of mercy! Let me not
Then hope for Thee in vain;
Nor let me ever be forgot,
And in despair remain.
Source: Psalms of Grace #130b