Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

739 (S.M.) James Montgomery

Out of the depths of woe,

To Thee, O Lord! I cry;

Darkness surrounds me, but I know

That Thou art ever nigh.

Then hearken to my voice,

Give ear to my complaint;

Thou bidst the mourning soul rejoice,

Thou comfortest the faint.

I cast my hope on Thee,

Thou canst, Thou wilt forgive;

Wert Thou to mark iniquity,

Who in Thy sight could live?

Glory to God above!

The waters soon will cease,

For lo! the swift-returning dove

Brings home the sign of peace.

Though storms his face obscure,

And dangers threaten loud,

Jehovah's covenant is sure;

His bow is in the cloud.