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Fifth Sunday in Lent.

Out of the depths have I called unto Thee, O Lord; Lord, hear my voice. If Thou, Lord, wilt be extreme to mark what is done amiss, O Lord, who may abide it?--

Ps. 130:1,3.


Aus tiefer Noth schrei ich zu dir

Luther. 1524.

trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1855

Out of the depths I cry to thee,

Lord God! oh hear my prayer!

Incline a gracious ear to me,

And bid me not despair:

If Thou rememberest each misdeed,

If each should have its righteous 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.

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