Saturday, November 7, 2009
From the Depths of Woe
From the depths of woe I raise to thee
The voice of lamentation;
Lord turn a gracious ear to me
And hear my supplication;
If thou iniquities dost mark
Our secret sins and misdeeds dark
Oh who shall stand before thee?
To wash away the crimson stain
Grace, grace alone availith;
Our works, alas, are all in vain;
In much the best life faileth;
No man can glory in thy sight
All must alike confess thy might
And live alone by mercy.
Therefore my trust is in the Lord,
And not in mine own merit;
On him my soul shall rest, his word
Upholds my fainting spirit;
His promised mercy is my fort,
My comfort and my sweet support
I wait for it with patience.
Though great our sins and sore our woes,
His grace much more aboundeth;
His helping love no limit knows,
Our utmost need it soundeth.
Our shepherd good and true is he,
Who will at last his Israel free
From all their sin and sorrow.
This psalm is like a sweet and soothing ointment spread over all the cracks and sores caused by living in a sinful world. "His promised mercy is my fort, my comfort, and my sweet support. I wait for it with patience."
Picture via Craig Stephens.