1 Out of the depths I cry to Thee,
LORD, hear me, I implore Thee;
bend down Thy gracious ear to me,
let my prayer come before Thee!
On my misdeeds in mercy look,
O deign to blot them from Thy book,
and let me come before Thee.

2 Thy sov'reign grace and boundless love
show Thee, O LORD, forgiving;
my purest thoughts and deeds but prove
sin in my heart is living.
None guiltless in Thy sight appear;
all who approach Thy throne must fear,
and humbly trust Thy mercy.

3 Thou can be merciful while just,
this is my hope's foundation;
in Thy redeeming grace I trust;
O grant me Thy salvation.
Upheld by Thee I stand secure;
Thy word is firm, Thy promise sure,
and I rely upon Thee.

4 Like those who watch for midnight's hour
to hail the dawning morrow,
I wait for Thee, I trust Thy pow'r,
unmoved by doubt or sorrow.
So let Thy people hope in Thee,
and they shall find Thy mercy free,
and Thy redemption plenteous.