From Depths of Woe I Cry to Thee

Text: Martin Luther, 1524

Tune: Martin Luther’s Aus Tiefer Not


From deepest woe I cry to thee;
Lord, hear me, I implore thee!
Bend down thy gracious ear to me;
I lay my sins before thee.
If thou rememberest every sin,
if nought but just reward we win,
could we abide thy presence


Thou grantest pardon through thy love;
thy grace alone availeth.
Our works could ne’er guild remove;
yea, e’en the best life faileth.
For none may boast themselves of aught,
but must confess thy grace that wrought
whate’er in them is worthy.


And thus my hope is in the Lord,
and not in my own merit;
I rest upon his faithful word
to them of contrite spirit.
That he is merciful and just,
here is my comfort and my trust;
his help I wait with patience.


And though it tarry through the night
And till the morning waken,
My heart shall never doubt His might
Nor count itself forsaken.
O Isreal, trust in God your Lord.
Born of the Spirit and the Word,
Now wait for His appearing.


Though great our sins, yet greater still
Is God’s abundant favor;
His hand of mercy never will
Abandon us, nor waver.
Our shepherd good and true is He,
Who will at last His Israel free
From all their sin and sorrow.


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