Out of the depths to thee I cry
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Out of the depths to thee I cryWhose fainting footsteps trodThe paths of our humanity,Incarnate Son of God!
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Thou Man of grief, who once apartDidst all our sorrows bear,—The trembling hand, the fainting heart,The agony, and prayer!
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Is this the consecrated dower,Thy chosen ones obtain,To know thy resurrection powerThrough fellowship of pain?
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Then, O my soul, in silence wait;Faint not, O faltering feet;Press onward to that blest estate,In righteousness complete.
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Let faith transcend the passing hour,The transient pain and strife,Upraised by an immortal power,—The power of endless life.