The Word Alone

I cry unto God for comfort,
Out of the depths of the ocean.
Thou hast heard my cry for mercy,
And provided me a way of peace.

If Thou should record all my sins,
I could not withstand Thy judgement;
But Thou dost not record my transgressions,
For love does not keep a record of wrongs.

I know there is forgiveness with Thee,
That Thou mayest be honoured and respected.
Among men, my soul doth wait for Thee,
Not long in the depths, for I have hope.

Out of the depths of woe,
Unto the mountains of joy,
Thou hast placed me;
Thy holy hill strengthens me.

Praise unto Thee, O Christ,
For Thou hast rescued me from the depths,
And placed me on higher ground.
Praise unto Thee, O Lord.