It's been several months since I've thought
about this song, though it is one my favorites. I love the words. It's by Martin
Luther - big shock that the Presbyterian in me loves it so much. Obviously it's
an old hymn, but in college we would sing it at RUF (Reformed University
Fellowship). And of course they changed the arrangement a little bit.
Last
summer, my brother sent me an email telling me that there was a song they were
singing at RUF at Auburn and he just absolutely loved it. He then sent me a youtubelink of someone playing a guitar and singing this same hymn, same arrangement that I knew from my RUF days. It made my day. My brother has been
going through a spiritually hungry phase - ravenous is more like it. He's
reading book after book after book, and can't stop talking about all of 'the
deeps' - I love it. I love that guy.
So this song got me thinking of one
of my favorite verses from the Psalm 42 - "Deep calls to deep in the roar of
your waterfalls." I think that verse has multiple meanings. The first is
this: I think that 'soul depth' is naturally, magnetically attracted to similar
'soul depth' in others. The Spirit of God within us communes with the Spirit in
others - I think of the way that my heart burned the night that I met
Joshua - and it was the same for Him. "The Spirit Himself bears witness
with our spirit that we are children of God" (Romans 8:16). We are one in
the Spirit, and there's a sighing, a breathing out of 'Yes I know you!' And I
think the "iron sharpens iron" verse ties into that too - we can't
help but be drawn to people who inspire and challenge us to listen, to learn,
to long for more.
When we've received the Holy Spirit,
we are instantly deepened to a certain degree - there's a conversation, a
communion that begins. And I think that, as vessels of that Spirit, we can't
help but yearn for more and more of Him - for deeper communion and
understanding. And that's how God created us - like the churning at the bottom
of that waterfall - because of the momentum behind the water, we're plunged
deeper and deeper. He calls us into that.
I think this hymn tells a truth
about that 'depth-calling' too. He allows us to feel the 'depths of woe'
because, from there, we cry out for more of Him - his healing, his nearness, to
see Him! And from that bottom of that valley of 'secret sins and misdeeds dark'
- we realize and the depths of our own depravity, and thus our deeper need for
Him. And we see more and more of the secrets of Who He is.
So, I'm just thinking about how
undeserving I am to know Him, but how thankful I am that He wants me to know
Him more. And though I'm not in the "depths of woe" at this moment, I can know that when I am, there is a deeper purpose. Even if it means pain and discomfort and sorrow for a time.
From Depths of Woe
by Martin Luther
From depths of woe I raise to Thee
The voice of lamentation;
Lord, turn a gracious ear to me
And hear my supplication;
If Thou iniquities dost mark,
Our secret sins and misdeeds dark,
O who shall stand before Thee?
The voice of lamentation;
Lord, turn a gracious ear to me
And hear my supplication;
If Thou iniquities dost mark,
Our secret sins and misdeeds dark,
O who shall stand before Thee?
To wash away the crimson stain,
Grace, grace alone availeth;
Our works, alas! are all in vain;
In much the best life faileth:
No man can glory in Thy sight,
All must alike confess Thy might,
And live alone by mercy.
Grace, grace alone availeth;
Our works, alas! are all in vain;
In much the best life faileth:
No man can glory in Thy sight,
All must alike confess Thy might,
And live alone by mercy.
Therefore my trust is in the Lord,
And not in mine own merit;
On Him my soul shall rest, His Word
Upholds my fainting spirit:
His promised mercy is my fort,
My comfort, and my sweet support;
I wait for it with patience.
And not in mine own merit;
On Him my soul shall rest, His Word
Upholds my fainting spirit:
His promised mercy is my fort,
My comfort, and my sweet support;
I wait for it with patience.
What though I wait the livelong
night,
And till the dawn appeareth,
My heart still trusteth in His might;
It doubteth not nor feareth:
Do thus, O ye of Israel’s seed,
Ye of the Spirit born indeed;
And wait till God appeareth.
And till the dawn appeareth,
My heart still trusteth in His might;
It doubteth not nor feareth:
Do thus, O ye of Israel’s seed,
Ye of the Spirit born indeed;
And wait till God appeareth.
Though great our sins and sore our woes,
His grace much more aboundeth;
His helping love no limit knows,
Our utmost need it soundeth.
Our Shepherd good and true is He,
Who will at last His Israel free.
From all their sin and sorrow.
His grace much more aboundeth;
His helping love no limit knows,
Our utmost need it soundeth.
Our Shepherd good and true is He,
Who will at last His Israel free.
From all their sin and sorrow.
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