Out of the Depths
THE HOLY SOULS

Out of the depths
De Profundis

S. Webbe

With devotion

1.
Out of the depths to Thee, O Lord, I cry,
Lord! Gracious turn Thine ear to suppliant sigh;
If sins of men Thou scann'st, who may stand
That searching eye of Thine, and chast'ning hand?

2.
Oh, bear our pray'rs and sighs, Redeemer blest,
And grant Thy holy souls eternal rest
And let perpetual light upon them shine;
For tho' not spotless, still these souls are Thine.

3.
To be appeased in wrath, dear Lord, is Thine;
Thou mercy with Thy justice canst combine;
Thy blood our countless stains can wash away:
This is Thy, law our hope and steadfast stay.

4.
This God Himself shall come from Heav'n above,
The Christ! The God of mercy and of love!
He comes, He comes! The God Incarnate He!
And by His glorious death makes all men free!

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