Psalm 130
From the depths of woe I raise to thee
The voice of lamentation
Lord, turn a gracious ear to me
And hear my supplication
If Thou iniquities dost mark
Our secret sins and misdeeds dark
O who shall 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 they might
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
What though I wait the live-long night
And ‘til the dawn appeareth
My heart still trusteth in His might
It doubtest not nor feareth
Do thus, O ye of Israel's seed
Ye of the spirit born indeed
And wait ‘til god appeareth
Though great our sins and sore our woes
His grace much more aboundeth
His helping love no limit knows
Our upmost need it soundeth
Our Shepherd good and true is He
Who will at last His Israel free
From all their sin and sorrow (From all their sin and sorrow)
From all our sin and sorrow (From all our sin and sorrow)

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