"Out of the depths have I cried to You, O Lord. Lord, hear my voice;
let Your ears be attentive to the voice of my supplication."
(Psalm 130:1-2)
Out of the depths to Thee I cry,
Whose fainting footsteps trod
The paths of our humanity
Incarnate Son of God!
Thou Man of grief, who once apart
Didst all our sorrows bear,
The trembling hand, the fainting heart
The agony, and prayer!
Is this the consecrated dower,
Thy chosen ones obtain,
To know Thy resurrection power
Through fellowship of pain?
Then, O my soul, in silence wait;
Faint not, O faltering feet;
Press onward to that blest estate,
In righteousness complete.
Let faith transcend the passing hour,
The transient pain and strife,
Upraised by an immortal power
The power of endless life.
"Out Of The Depths To Thee I Cry"
(1877)
Elizabeth Eunice Marcy
(1821-1911)
Born in Connecticut in 1821, Elizabeth moved to Evanston, Illinois in 1862 with
her husband, Oliver Marcy, a Northwestern University professor, and later
president. Mrs. Marcy was a remarkable woman, known throughout
Methodism as a thoughtful and gifted writer of poems and hymns. She
is also recognized for her involvement with the Temperance Movement,
and with the founding of the National Woman's Christian Temperance Union
in 1874. Known also for her work with church missionary societies, in
1883, she founded the Elizabeth Marcy Home on the north side of
Chicago, in order to aid immigrant workers and their families.
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