Lord, From Sorrows Deep I Call
We are excited to introduce a new hymn for the month of November. We look forward to singing this together in our annual Praise Service, November 23, 9:00 am.
This song began as a melody that was filled with sorrow, hope, and longing. After Matt (Boswell) and I completed a couple of different versions of the lyric, we finally landed on the title "Lord, from Sorrows Deep I Call," which seemed to capture both the ache of the tune and also the reality of the human condition. As we look to Psalm 42, and the Psalms at large, we see things that are sadly so rare in our corporate worship gatherings: confessions of despair, fear, and anger. As Christians we know that God, who sees us, is great enough to handle our hearts, and he offers us hope if we trust him, which is the direction of the song: "O my soul—put your hope in God." – Matt Papa
Verse 1
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.
Chorus
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.
Verse 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.
Verse 3
Should my life be torn from me, ev'ry worldly pleasure,
when all I possess is grief, God, be then my treasure.
Be my vision in the night, be my hope and refuge,
till my faith is turned to sight; Lord, my heart will praise you!
Words & Music: Matt Boswell, Matt Papa © 2018 Getty Music Hymns and Songs / Getty Music Publishing / Love Your Enemies Publishing / Messenger Hymns (Capitol CMG Publishing / www.capitolcmgpublishing.com)
Psalm 42:1-6a
As the deer pants for the water brooks,
So pants my soul for You, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When shall I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my food day and night,
While they continually say to me,
“Where is your God?”
When I remember these things,
I pour out my soul within me.
For I used to go with the multitude;
I went with them to the house of God,
With the voice of joy and praise,
With a multitude that kept a pilgrim feast.
Why are you cast down, O my soul?
And why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him
For the help of His countenance.
O my God, my soul is cast down within me;
Therefore I will remember You