Out of the Deep

Have mercy, Thou my God—mercy, my God!
  For I can hardly bear life day by day.
  Be I here or there, I fret myself away:
Lo for Thy staff I have but felt Thy rod
Along this tedious desert-path long trod.
  When will Thy judgment judge me, yea or nay?
  I pray for grace: but then my sins unpray
My prayer: on holy ground I fool stand shod—

While still Thou haunt' st me, faint upon the cross,
  A sorrow beyond sorrow in Thy look,
    Unutterable craving for my soul.
  All-faithful Thou, Lord: I, not Thou, forsook
    Myself: I traitor slunk back from the goal:
Lord, I repent—help Thou my helpless loss.