Out of the depths,
out of the depths,

Out of the depths I call to You,
down where the dark has swallowed the light.
There's no floor to stand, there's no rope to hold,
Lord, bend Your ear to my cry tonight.

If You kept a record of all I've done,
and held every failure up in Your hand,
who then could answer? Who could rise?
I bring no song of my own, no righteousness to stand.

But there is grace in Your presence, You do not keep the cost,
and sinners learn to fear You: the found were once the lost.
Fearsome and holy, this mercy that saves,
out of the depths, now I lift up my praise:

With the Lord there is redemption,
with the Lord there is mercy running free.
Plentiful, plentiful redemption,
and He will redeem, He will redeem even me.

I wait for the Lord, my soul will wait,
and on His word my hope is set.
Through the watches of the night I stay,
He has never failed His people yet.

More than the watchman aches for the morning,
straining his eyes for the first light of grey,
more than the weary are longing for sunrise,
O my soul, I am waiting on You.

Then grey turns to gold, the morning is breaking!
Mercy is climbing the walls of the night.
Lift up your heads, all you weary and waiting,
redemption is flooding the world with its light!

With the Lord there is redemption,
with the Lord there is mercy running free.
Plentiful, plentiful redemption,
and He will redeem, He will redeem even me.

Plentiful, plentiful, wave upon wave,
poured out like morning on all He will save!

Hope in the Lord, all you people, hope in the Lord;
With the Lord there is redemption,
plentiful, plentiful redemption,
He will redeem us from it all.