1 Out of the depths I cry:
O God, remember me!
What earthly help have I
if you watch silently?

2 If you watch silently
and mark things done amiss,
to whom then may I fly
at such a time as this?

3 At such a time as this
my soul waits for the Lord;
no joy is there, no bliss
without his saving word.

4 Without his saving word,
all hope for ever dies:
speak now, most mighty Lord,
and from the depths I rise!

After Psalm 130, David Mowbray (born 1938)
© David Mowbray/Jubilate Hymns
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