Out of the depths of woe,

To thee, O Lord! I cry;

Darkness surrounds thee, but I know

That thou art ever nigh.

2 Like them I watch and pray,

Who for the morning long;

Catch the first gleam of welcome day,

Then burst into a song.

3 Glory to God above!

The waters soon will cease;

For, lo! the swift returning dove

Brings home the sign of peace!

4 Though storms thy face obscure,

And dangers threaten loud,

Thy holy covenant is sure;

Thy bow is in the cloud!