I cried from depths where shadowed silence lay,
And called upon the Lord to hear my voice.
No tower of stone, nor throne of men’s decay,
Could shelter souls who sin, nor grant them choice.
If He should mark the blemish of each deed,
What mortal frame could stand beneath His gaze?
Yet mercy, boundless mercy, meets our need,
And breaks the night with dawn’s redeeming rays.
I wait, as watchers wait for morning’s breath,
Through long, cold hours that echo still with dread.
Yet hope endures beyond the reach of death,
For God redeems, and lifts from guilt the dead.
Though kingdoms fall, His mercies never cease;
In Him alone lies Is-ra-el’s release.
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