Out Of The Depths

Out Of The Depths I Cry To Thee
by Martin Luther (1483-1546)

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1. Out of the depths I cry to Thee,
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Lord, hear me, I implore Thee.
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Bend down Thy gracious ear to me,
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My prayer let come before Thee.
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If Thou rememberest each misdeed,
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If each should have its rightful meed,
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Who may abide Thy presence?

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2. Thy love and grace alone avail
To blot out my transgression;
The best and holiest deeds must fail
To break sin’s dread oppression.
(builing up:)
Wohohhh…

Before Thee none can boasting stand,
But all must fear Thy strict demand
And live alone by mercy.

3. Therefore my hope is in the Lord
And not in mine own merit;
It rests upon His faithful word
To those of contrite spirit

Wo ohhh…

That He is merciful and just
This is my comfort and my trust.
His help I wait with patience.