TEXT: 
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 shouldst be extreme to mark
Each secret sin and misdeed dark
O who could stand before Thee?
O who could stand before Thee?
 
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, and live alone by mercy
 
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,
I wait for it with patience
 
What though I wait the live-long night
And till the dawn appeareth
My heart still trusteth in His might:
It doubteth not, nor feareth
So let the Israelite in heart,
Born of the Spirit, do his part
And wait till God appeareth,
And wait till God appeareth
 
Although our sin is great indeed,
God’s mercies far exceed it
His hand can give the help we need,
However much we need it
He is the Shepherd of the sheep,
Who Israel doth guard and keep
And shall from sin redeem him,
And shall from sin redeem him