Matt Papa - Lord from sorrows deep i call

^GLord, from ^Csorrows ^Ddeep I ^Emcall ^GWhen my ^Chope is ^Emshak^Den ^GTorn and ^Cruined ^Dfrom the ^Emfall ^CHear my ^Gdespe^Dra^Gtion ^DFor so long I've ^Gplead in ^Cprayer ^Am"God, come ^Gto my ^Emres^Dcue" ^GEven ^Cso, the ^Dthorn re^Emmains ^CStill my ^Amheart will ^Dpraise ^EmYou

^GStorms with^Cin my ^Dtroubled ^Emsoul ^GQuestions ^Cwithout ^Emans^Dwers ^GOn my ^Cfaith these ^Dbillows ^Emroll ^CGod, be ^Gnow my ^Dshel^Gter ^DWhy are you cast ^Gdown, my ^Csoul? ^AmHope in ^GHim who ^Emsaves ^Dyou ^GWhen the ^Cfires have ^Dall grown ^Emcold ^CCause this ^Amheart to ^Dpraise ^GYou

^GShould my ^Clife be ^Dtorn from ^Emme ^GEvery ^Cworldly ^Emplea^Dsure ^GWhen all ^CI pos^Dsess is ^Emgrief ^CGod, be ^Gthen my ^Dtrea^Gsure ^DBe my vision ^Gin the ^Cnight ^AmBe my ^Ghope and ^Emref^Duge ^GTill my ^Cfaith is ^Dturned to ^Emsight ^CLord, my ^Amheart will ^Dpraise ^GYou

^DOh, my ^Gsoul, put your ^Chope in ^GGod My ^DHelp, my ^EmRock, I will ^Cpraise ^GHim ^DSing, oh ^Gsing, through the ^Craging ^Emstorm You're ^Amstill my ^GGod, my Sal^Cva^Gtion