Out of the depths I call . . .
LORD, if you kept an account
of iniquities
LORD, who could stand?
But with you there is forgiveness . . .
I wait for the LORD
more than watchmen for the morning.
Depths of despair.
- of need
- of sin
Lord, I call, and I wait.
Just like an anxious, tired watchman.
I know the sun is coming – never fails.
But Lord . . . it seems to be taking its time.
Our of the depths of this night I call.
Lord, come!
Save me! Forgive me! Redeem me!
Be my strong deliverer.
With you, you alone, there is redemption.
I put my hope in you!









