Out of the depths to Thee I cry,
Whose faint­ing foot­steps trod
The paths of our hu­ma­ni­ty,
Incarnate Son of God!

Thou man of grief, who once apart
Didst all our sor­rows bear,
The trem­bling hand, the faint­ing heart
The ago­ny, and pray­er!

Is this the con­se­crat­ed dow­er,
Thy chos­en ones ob­tain,
To know Thy re­sur­rect­ion pow­er
Through fel­low­ship of pain?

Then, O my soul, in si­lence wait;
Faint not, O fal­ter­ing feet;
Press on­ward to that blest es­tate,
In right­eous­ness com­plete.

Let faith tran­scend the pass­ing hour,
The tran­si­ent pain and strife,
Upraised by an im­mor­tal pow­er,
The pow­er of end­less life.