Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 From lowest depths of woe to God I sent my cry; 2 Lord, hear my supplicating voice, and graciously reply.
3 Should'st thou severely judge, who can the trial bear? 4 But thou forgiv'st, lest we despond, and quite renounce thy fear.
5 My soul with patience waits for thee, the living Lord; My hopes are on thy promise built, thy never-failing word.
6 My longing eyes look out for thy enliv'ning ray, More duly than the morning watch to spy the dawning day.
7 Let Israel trust in God, no bounds his mercy knows; The plenteous source and spring from whence eternal succor flows.
8 Whose friendly streams to us supplies in want convey; A healing spring, a spring to cleanse, and wash our guilt away.