1
From out the depths I cry, O Lord, to Thee; Lord, hear my call; I love Thee, Lord, for Thou dost heed my plea, Forgiving all; If Thou shouldst mark our sins, who then could stand? But grace and mercy dwell at Thy right hand.
2
I wait for God, the Lord, and on His word My hope relies; My soul still waits and looks unto the Lord Till light arise; I look for Him to drive away my night, Yea, more than watchmen look for morning light.
3
Hope in the Lord, ye waiting saints, and He Will well provide, For mercy and redemption full and free With Him abide; From sin and evil, mighty though they seem, His arm almighty will His saints redeem.
Charles Henry Purday
Heer', wees mijn Gids op heel mijn levenspad / J.H. Newman (1801-1890), Johannes de Heer (1866–1961) - TZ44,WK440