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Out of the depths I cry to Thee, (St. Martin (Sheppard))

Out of the depths I cry to Thee St. Martin (Sheppard)
8.6.8.6.8.8.7
Hymn Code:
13453321144332

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Out of the depths I cry to Thee

Author: Martin Luther

Out of the depths I cry to Thee,
Lord God! O hear my prayer!
Incline a gracious ear to me,
and bid me not despair:
if thou rememberest each misdeed,
if each should have its rightful meed
Lord, who shall stand before thee?

'Tis through thy love alone we gain
the pardon of our sin;
the strictest life is but in vain,
our works can nothing win;
that none should boast himself of aught
but own in fear thy grace hath wrought
what in him seemeth righteous.

Wherefore my hope is in the Lord,
my works I count but dust;
I build not there, but on his word,
and in his goodness trust.
Up to his care myself I yield,
he is my tower, my rock, my shield,
and for his help I tarry.

And though it linger till the night,
and round again till morn,
my heart shall ne'er mistrust thy might,
nor count itself forlorn.
Do thus, O ye of Israel's seed,
ye of the Spirit born indeed,
wait for your God's appearing.

Though great our sins and sore our wounds,
and deep and dark our fall,
his helping mercy hath no bounds,
his love surpasseth all:
our trusty loving Shepherd, he
who shall at last set Israel free
from all their sin and sorrow.

Translated by: C. Winkworth (1827-1878)