From the depths do I in­voke Thee,
Lord, to me in­cline Thine ear;
To my voice be Thou at­tent­ive,
And my sup­pli­ca­tions hear.

Lord, if Thou shouldst mark trans­gress­ions,
In Thy pre­sence who shall stand?
But with Thee there is for­give­ness,
That Thy name may fear com­mand.

For Je­ho­vah I am wait­ing
And my hope is in His Word;
In His Word of pro­mise giv­en,
Yea, my soul waits for the Lord.

For the Lord my soul is wait­ing
More than watch­ers in the night;
More than they for morn­ing watch­ing,
Watching for the morn­ing light.

Hope in God, ye wait­ing people,
Mercies great in Him abound;
With the Lord a full re­demp­tion
From the guilt of sin is found.