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Out of the depths of woe,
To thee, O Lord, I cry;
Darkness surrounds me, but I know
That thou art ever nigh.
Humbly on thee I wait
To bring deliv'rance in,
E'en now wide springs the eastern gate,
And rays of dawn stream in.
O! hearken to my voice,
Give ear to my complaint;
Thou bidd'st the mourning soul rejoice,
Thou comfortest the faint.
Glory to God above!
The 'whelming floods will cease;
For, lo! the swift returning dove
Brings back the sign of peace.
Though storms his face obscure,
And dangers threaten loud,
Jehovah's covenant is sure,
His bow is in the cloud.