From the Depths My Prayer Ascendeth

From the depths my pray­er as­cend­eth

Unto God on high;

Hear

O Lord

my sup­pli­ca­tion

And my cry.

None can stand un­scathed and blame­less

In Thy judg­ment just

But the con­trite in Thy mer­cy

Humbly trust.

Lord

my hope is in Thy pro­mise

And I wait for Thee

More than they who watch for morn­ing

Light to see.

With the Lord is tender mer­cy

And re­deem­ing love;

Israel

look for full sal­va­tion

From ab­ove.