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 dost mark our sins, who then shall stand? But grace and mercy dwell at Thy right hand. 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. 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.