Scripture Verse

Out of the depths I cry to Thee, O Lord. Psalm 130:1


Johann Walther (1496–1570)

Words: Mar­tin Lu­ther, 1523 (Aus tief­er Noth schrei ich zu dir). Com­po­site trans­la­tion.

Music: Aus tief­er Not me­lo­dy by Mar­tin Lu­ther, 1524. Ar­ranged in Ge­sang­büch­lein, by Jo­hann Wal­ther, 1524 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

  • Allein Gott Deutsch ev­an­gel­isch Mess­ze, 1539 (🔊 pdf nwc)
Martin Luther (1483–1546)


From depths of woe I raise to Thee
The voice of la­men­ta­tion;
Lord, turn a gra­cious ear to me
And hear my sup­pli­cation;
If Thou ini­qui­ties dost mark,
Our sec­ret sins and mis­deeds dark,
O who shall stand be­fore Thee?

To wash away the crim­son stain,
Grace, grace alone avail­eth;
Our works, alas! are all in vain;
In much the best life fail­eth:
No man can glo­ry in Thy sight,
All must alike con­fess Thy might,
And live alone by me­rcy.

Therefore my trust is in the Lord,
And not in mine own me­rit;
On Him my soul shall rest, His Word
Upholds my faint­ing spir­it:
His pro­mised mercy is my fort,
My com­fort, and my sweet sup­port;
I wait for it with pa­tience.

What though I wait the live­long night,
And till the dawn ap­peareth,
My heart still trust­eth in His might;
It doubt­eth not nor fear­eth:
Do thus, O ye of Is­ra­el’s seed,
Ye of the Spir­it born in­deed;
And wait till God ap­peareth.

Though great our sins and sore our woes,
His grace much more abound­eth;
His help­ing love no li­mit knows,
Our ut­most need it sound­eth.
Our Shep­herd good and true is He,
Who will at last His Is­ra­el free.
From all their sin and sor­row.