1 From depths of woe I cry to Thee,
Lord, hear me, I implore Thee.
Bend down Thy gracious ear to me;
my prayer let come before Thee.
If Thou rememb’rest every sin,
if naught but just reward we win,
could we abide Thy presence?
1 From depths of woe I cry to Thee,
Lord, hear me, I implore Thee.
Bend down Thy gracious ear to me;
my prayer let come before Thee.
If Thou rememb’rest every sin,
if naught but just reward we win,
could we abide Thy presence?
The Fifth Sunday of Easter — CantateThough Jesus has departed from us visibly to the right hand of the Father who sent Him, yet this
JUBILATE-THE THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EASTERThe people of God are pilgrims and sojourners in this world, looking ahead to a destination yet to come. (1 Peter
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