1 From out the depths I cry, O Lord, to Thee;
Lord, hear my call.
I love Thee, Lord, for Thou dost heed my plea,
Forgiving all;
If Thou shouldst mark our sins, who then shall stand?
But grace and mercy dwell at Thy right hand.

2 I wait for God, the Lord, and on His word
My hope relies;
My soul still waits and looks unto the Lord
Till light arise.
I look for Him to drive away my night,
Yea, more than watchmen look for morning light.

3 Hope in the Lord, ye waiting saints, and He
Will well provide,
For mercy and redemption full and free
With Him abide.
From sin and evil, mighty though they seem,
His arm almighty will His saints redeem.