Place Of Skulls - Psalms lyrics

From the depths I call, Lord hear my voice Lord bend Your ear, attend to my heart If You kept account according to our sins Tell me who could stand, Lord who could stand But with You is forgiveness, that You may be feared So I expectantly wait and put my hope in Your Word Like a watchman for morning, even more so I wait And hope in You Lord, for there Your mercy redeems Lord my heart is not proved, nor my eyes are lofty Neither do I find myself in matters too great for me Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul Like a weaned child and mother, like a weaned child is my soul