Lord, from sorrows deep I call

LORD, FROM SORROWS DEEP I CALL
when my hope is shaken;
torn and ruined from the fall,
hear my desperation.
For so long I've pled and prayed,
'God, come to my rescue!'
Even so, the thorn remains;
still my heart will praise you.
 

2   Storms within my troubled soul,
questions without answers;
on my faith these billows roll—
God, be now my shelter.
Why are you cast down, my soul?
Hope in him who saves you.
When the fires have all grown cold,
cause this heart to praise you.

 
     Oh, my soul, put your hope in God,
     my help, my rock, I will praise him.
     Sing, oh, sing through the raging storm;
     you're still my God, my salvation.
 

3   Should my life be torn from me,
every worldly pleasure;
when all I possess is grief,
God, be then my treasure.
Be my vision in the night;
be my hope and refuge.
'Til my faith is turned to sight,
Lord, my heart will praise you.

 
     Oh, my soul... (repeat)

Based on Psalm 42

© 2018 GETTY MUSIC HYMNS AND SONGS (ASCAP) / LOVE YOUR ENEMIES PUBLISHING (ASCAP) / GETTY MUSIC PUBLISHING (BMI) / MESSENGER HYMNS (BMI) (adm by MusicServices.org). CCLI No: 7127376
Words: Matt Papa & Matt Boswell

CCLI: 7127376