Words: Martin Luther, 1524, alt.; trans. Catherine Winkworth, 1863

Music: Martin Luther, 1524

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From depths of woe I cry to You,
in trial and tribulation;
bend down Your gracious ear to me;
Lord, hear my supplication.
If You remembered every sin,
who then could heaven ever win,
or stand before Your presence?

Your love and grace alone avail
to blot out my transgression;
the best and holiest deeds will fail
to break sin's dread oppression.
Before You none can boasting stand,
but all must fear Your strict demand
and live alone by mercy.

Therefore my hope is in the Lord
and not in my own merit;
it rests upon His faithful word
to them of contrite spirit.
That He is merciful and just:
this is my comfort and my trust.
His help I wait with patience.

And though it tarries through the night
and till the morning waken,
my heart shall never doubt His might,
nor count itself forsaken.
O Israel, 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 people free
from all their sin and sorrow.
Words this version and arr. © 2015 Grace Immanuel Bible Church

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