Hymn Friday: "Though great our sins and sore our woes His grace much more aboundeth"

"Therefore my trust is in the Lord, and not in mine own merit."

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Something a bit different for Friday this week—select stanzas from a hymn written by Martin Luther based on Psalm 130.

Read it slowly and use the lyrics to meditate on the wonder of God’s grace. Pick one line and make it your mediation for the day. Repeat it. Chew on it. Believe it. And share it with someone else.

See the bottom for the revised version on Youtube by Indelible Grace.

By the way, Martin Luther had many flaws. He was a sinner through and through, just like me. But the Lord uses crooked sticks to draw straight lines. This hymn is one of those straight lines… straight to Jesus. 


From the depths of woe I raise to Thee
The voice of lamentation;
Lord, turn a gracious ear to me
And hear my supplication;
If Thou iniquities dost mark,
Our secret sins and misdeeds dark,

O who shall stand before Thee?

To wash away the crimson stain,
Grace, grace alone availeth;
Our works, alas! Are all in vain;
In much the best life faileth;
No man can glory in Thy sight,
All must alike confess Thy might,

And live alone by mercy.

Therefore my trust is in the Lord,
And not in mine own merit;
On Him my soul shall rest, His word
Upholds my fainting spirit;
His promised mercy is my fort,
My comfort and my sweet support;

I wait for it with patience.

What though I wait the live-long night,
And til the dawn appeareth,
My heart still trusteth in His might;
It doubteth not nor feareth;
Do thus, O ye of Israel’s seed,
Ye of the Spirit born indeed;

And wait ‘til God appeareth.

Though great our sins and sore our woes
His grace much more aboundeth;
His helping love no limit knows,
Our upmost need it soundeth.
Our Shepherd good and true is He,
Who will at last His people free

From all their sin and sorrow.


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