1 From out the depths I cry to Thee;
O let Thy ear attentive be,
Hear Thou my supplicating plea,
Have mercy, Lord.
2 If marked by Thee our sin appeared,
Who, Lord, could stand in judgment cleared?
Forgiveness, that Thou mayst be feared,
There is with Thee.
3 I wait for Thee, my soul doth wait,
Thy word my hope in every strait;
None watch, o Lord, at morning's gate
As I for Thee.
4 O Israel, hope thou in the Lord,
His mercy will thy faith reward,
Ne full redemption will accord
From all thy sin.
The Psalter: with responsive readings, 1912