1 Up from the depths I cry to God: O listen, Lord, to me; O hear my voice in this distress, this mire of misery. I wait for God with all my heart, my hope is in his word; and more than watchmen for the dawn I'm longing for the Lord. 2 If you, my God, should measure guilt then who stands free from blame? But true forgiveness comes from you; we trust, and fear your name. Chorus 3 O Israel, set your hope on God whose mercy is supreme: the nation mourning for its sin he surely will redeem. Chorus