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

Psalm 130 | From Depths of Woe (4P & Lead)