Lord, from the depths to Thee I cried:
My voice, Lord, do Thou hear;
Unto my sup­pli­ca­tion’s voice
Give an at­tent­ive ear.

Lord, who shall stand, if Thou, O Lord,
Shouldst mark ini­qui­ty?
But yet with Thee for­give­ness is,
That feared Thou may­est be.

I wait for God, my soul doth wait;
My hope is in His Word.
More than they that for morn­ing watch,
My soul waits for the Lord.

I say, more than they that do watch
The morn­ing light to see.
Let Is­ra­el hope in the Lord,
For with Him mer­cies be.

Redemption al­so plen­te­ous
Is ev­er found with Him;
And from all his ini­qui­ties
He Is­ra­el shall re­deem.