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Out of the depths I cry to thee

Author: Luther; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: Lyra Germanica #28 (1861) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8.9 Lyrics: Out of the depths I cry to thee, Lord God! oh hear my prayer! Incline a gracious ear to me, And bid me not despair: If Thou rememberest each misdeed, If each should have its righteous meed, Lord, who shall stand before Thee? 'Tis through Thy love alone we gain The pardon of our sin; The strictest life is but in vain, Our works can nothing win, That none should boast himself of aught, But own in fear Thy grace hath wrought What in him seemeth righteous. Wherefore my hope is in the Lord, My works I count but dust, I build not there, but on His word, And in His goodness trust. Up to His care myself I yield, He is my tower, my rock, my shield, And for His help I tarry. And though it linger till the night, And round again till morn, My heart shall ne'er mistrust Thy might, Nor count itself forlorn. Do thus, O ye of Israel's seed, Ye of the Spirit born indeed, Wait for your God's appearing. Though great our sins and sore our wounds, And deep and dark our fall, His helping mercy hath no bounds, His love surpasseth all. Our trusty loving Shepherd He, Who shall at last set Israel free From all their sin and sorrow. Languages: English

Out of the Depths I Cry to Thee

Author: Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878; Martin Luther Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #406 (1937) Lyrics: 1 Out of the depths I cry to Thee; Lord, hear me, I implore Thee! Bend down Thy gracious ear to me, My prayer let come before Thee! If Thou remember each misdeed, If each should have its rightful meed, Who may abide Thy presence? 2 Our pardon is Thy gift; Thy love And grace alone avail us. Our works could ne'er our guilt remove, The strictest life would fail us. That none may boast himself of aught, But own in fear Thy grace hath wrought What in him seemeth righteous. 3 And thus, my hope is in the Lord, And not in mine own merit; I rest 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. 4 And though it tarry till the night And round till morning waken, My heart shall ne'er mistrust Thy might, Nor count itself forsaken. Do thus, O ye of Israel's seed, Ye of the Spirit born indeed, Wait for your God's appearing. 5 Though great our sins and sore our woes, His grace much more aboundeth; His helping love no limit knows, Our utmost need it soundeth; Our kind and faithful Shepherd He, Who shall at last set Israel free From all their sin and sorrow. Amen.

Out of the Depths I Cry to Thee

Author: Martin Luther; Miss Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #406 (1926) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 Out of the depths I cry to Thee; Lord, hear me, I implore Thee! Bend down Thy gracious ear to me, My prayer let come before Thee! If Thou remember each misdeed, If each should have its rightful meed, Who may abide Thy presence? 2 Our pardon is Thy gift; Thy love And grace alone avail us. Our works could ne'er our guilt remove, The strictest life would fail us. That none may boast himself of aught, But own in fear Thy grace hath wrought What in him seemeth righteous. 3 And thus, my hope is in the Lord, And not in mine own merit; I rest 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. 4 And though it tarry till the night And round till morning waken, My heart shall ne'er mistrust Thy might, Nor count itself forsaken. Do thus, O ye of Israel's seed, Ye of the Spirit born indeed, Wait for your God's appearing. 5 Though great our sins and sore our woes, His grace much more aboundeth; His helping love no limit knows, Our utmost need it soundeth; Our kind and faithful Shepherd He, Who shall at last set Israel free From all their sin and sorrow. Amen. Topics: Way of Salvation Repentance Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English Tune Title: O JESU, NÄR JAG HÄDAN SKALL

Out of the depths I cry to Thee

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #200 (1893) Lyrics: 1 OUT of the depths I cry to Thee, Lord, hear my lamentation; Bend down Thy gracious ear to me, And grant my supplication; For if Thou fix Thy searching eye On all sin and iniquity, Who, Lord, can stand before Thee? 2 But love and grace with Thee prevail, O God, our sins forgiving; The best and holiest deeds must fail Of all before Thee living; Before Thee none can boasting stand, But all must fear Thy strict demand, And live alone by mercy. 3 My hope I rest then on the Lord, And build not on my merit; My heart shall trust His gracious Word, His goodness stays my spirit. His precious word assureth me, He will my Joy and Comfort be; This is my firm reliance. 4 And though it tarry till the night And till the morn appeareth, My heart still trusteth in His might, It doubteth not, nor feareth. Do thus, O ye of Israel's seed, Ye of the Spirit born indeed, Wait for your God's appearing. 5 Though great our sins and sore our woes, His grace much more aboundeth; His helping love no limit knows, Our utmost need it soundeth, Our Shepherd is the Lord, and He At last shall set his Israel free From all their sin and sorrow. Topics: Repentance Languages: English

Out of the depths I cry to Thee

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #415 (1918) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 Out of the depths I cry to Thee, Lord, hear my lamentation; Bend down Thy gracious ear to me, And grant my supplication; For if Thou fix Thy searching eye On all sin and iniquity, Who, Lord, can stand before Thee? 2 But love and grace with Thee prevail, O God, our sins forgiving; The best and holiest deeds must fail Of all before Thee living; Before Thee none can boasting stand, But all must fear Thy strict demand, And live alone by mercy. 3 My hope I rest then on the Lord, And build not on my merit; My heart shall trust His gracious Word, His goodness stays my spirit. His precious Word assureth me He will my Joy and Comfort be; This is my firm reliance. 4 And though it tarry till the night And till the morn appeareth, My heart still trusteth in His might, It doubteth not, nor feareth. Do thus, O ye of Israel's seed, Ye of the Spirit born indeed, Wait for your God's appearing. 5 Though great our sins and sore our woes, His grace much more aboundeth; His helping love no limit knows, Our utmost need it soundeth, Our Shepherd is the Lord, and He At last shall set his Israel free From all their sin and sorrow. Topics: Catechism Languages: English