From trouble deep I cry to thee,
Lord God, hear Thou my crying;
Thy gracious ear, oh, turn to me,
Open it to my sighing.
For if thou mean’st to look upon
The wrong and evil that is done,
Who, Lord, can stand before Thee?

With thee counts nothing but Thy grace
To cover all our failings.
The best life cannot win the race,
Good works are unavailing.
Before thee no one glory can,
And so must tremble every man,
And live by grace only…

Although our sin be great, God’s grace
Is greater to relieve us;
His hand in helping nothing stays,
The hurt however grevious.
The Shepherd good alone is He,
Who will at last set Israel free,
From all and every trespass.

-Luther-

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