From the deeps, to Thee, O Lord,
We have cried, and Thou hast heard;
Calmed our fears, dried our tears,
Made our staff of hope Thy Word.

While op­pressed with pain we lay,
Thou didst deign to hear us pray;
From the grave Thou didst save;
Thou didst chase the pain away.

Trust then, Is­ra­el, in the Lord,
Make thy staff of hope His Word,
Prayer in grief, brings re­lief;
Pray, un­til thy pray­er be heard,
Pray, un­til thy pray­er be heard.