| Song | From Deepest Woe I Cry To Thee |
| Album | Hymns For Lent |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | Martin Luther |
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| Tags | From Deepest Woe I Cry To Thee |
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From Deepest Woe I Cry To Thee;
Lord, Hear Me, I Implore Thee!
Bend Down Thy Gracious Ear To Me;
I Lay My Sins Before Thee.
If Thou Remember Every Sin,
If Nought But Just Reward We Win,
Could We Abide Thy Presence?
Thou Grant Pardon Through Thy Love;
Thy Grace Alone Avail.
Our Works Could Never Guild Remove;
Yea, Even The Best Life Fail.
For None May Boast Themselves Of Aught,
But Must Confess Thy Grace That Wrought
Whatever In Them Is Worthy.
And Thus My Hope Is In The Lord,
And Not In My Own Merit;
I Rest Upon His Faithful Word
To Them Of Contrite Spirit.
That He Is Merciful And Just,
Here Is My Comfort And My Trust;
His Help I Wait With Patience.
