1 In deep despair I cry to you--
Lord, hear my voice, my prayer.
If you should mark iniquities,
who would stand guiltless there?
But, Lord, with you forgiveness dwells
and love beyond compare.
2 The soundless whisper of your voice, m
your hovering presence near,
for these my longing spirit waits
as for the morning clear,
as those who watch throughout the night
till morning shall appear.
3 Because your love is steadfast, Lord,
on you our hope relies;
you will redeem your Israel
from all iniquities
and turn to songs of thanks and praise
our sorrow and our sighs.