From the Depths of Woe

From depths of woe I raise to TheeThe voice of lamentationLord turn a gracious ear to meAnd hear my supplicationIf Thou iniquities dost markOur secret sins and misdeeds darkO who shall stand before TheeO who shall stand before TheeTo wash away the crimson stainGrace grace alone availethOur works alas are all in vainIn much the best life failethNo man can glory in Thy sightAll must alike confess Thy mightAnd live alone by mercyAnd live alone by mercyTherefore my trust is in the LordAnd not in mine own meritOn Him my soul shall rest His wordUpholds my fainting spiritHis promised mercy is my fortMy comfort and my sweet supportI wait for it with patienceI wait for it with patienceWhat though I wait the livelong nightAnd till the dawn appearethMy heart still trusteth in His mightIt doubteth not nor fearethDo thus O ye of Israel's seedYe of the Spirit born indeedAnd wait till God appearethAnd wait till God appearethThough great our sins and sore our woesHis grace much more aboundethHis helping love no limit knowsOur utmost need it soundethOur shepherd good and true is HeWho will at last His Israel freeFrom all their sin and sorrowFrom all their sin and sorrowMartin Luther, Richard Massie; Words:Public Domain;CCLI #4580240