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.