Out of the deep I call


Out of the deep I call
to thee, O Lord, to thee.
before thy throne of grace I fall;
be merciful to me.

Out of the deep I cry,
the woeful deep of sin,
of evil done in days gone by,
of evil now within;

Out of the deep of fear
and dread of coming shame;
all night till morning watch is near
I plead the precious Name.

Lord, there is mercy now,
as ever was, with thee.
before thy throne of grace I bow;
be merciful to me.


Words: Henry Williams Baker, 1868

Music: St. Bride

Meter: SM

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