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Hymn 82: Out of the depths of woe
HYMN LXXXII.
Out of the depths of woe, To Thee, O Lord! I cry; Darkness surrounds me, but I know That Thou art ever .
Then hearken to my voice, Give ear to my complaint; Thou bidst the mourning soul rejoice, Thou comfortest the faint.
I cast my hope on Thee, Thou canst, Thou wilt forgive; Wert Thou to mark , Who in thy sight could live?
Humbly on Thee I wait, Confessing all my sin; Lord, I am knocking at thy gate, Open and take me in.
Like them, whose longing eyes Watch till the morning-star, (Though late and seen through tempests) rise, Heaven's portals to unbar:--
Like them I watch and pray, And though it long, Catch the first gleam of welcome day, Then burst into a song,
Glory to God above! The waters soon will cease, For lo! the swift-returning dove Brings home the sign of peace.
Though storms his face obscure, And dangers threaten loud, Jehovah's is sure; His bow is in the cloud.