Matt Papa - Lord from sorrows deep i call

^DLord, from ^Gsorrows ^Adeep I ^Bm7call D Gma7 G Asus A7 When my hope is shaken ^DTorn and ^Gruined ^Afrom the ^Bm7fall ^GHear my ^Em7desper^Asusation^{A7 D A}For so long I've ^Dpled and ^Gprayed Em7 D Gma7 Asus A7 "God, come to my rescue" ^DEven ^Gso, the ^Athorn re^Bm7mains ^GStill my ^Em7heart will ^Asusprais^A7e ^DYou ^Asus4

^DStorms with^Gin my ^Atroubled ^Bm7soul D Gma7 G Asus A7 Questions without answers ^DOn my ^Gfaith these ^Abillows ^Bm7roll ^GGod, be ^Em7now m^Asusy she^A7lte^Dr ^AWhy are you cast ^Ddown, my ^Gsoul? Em7 D Gma7 Asus A7 Hope in Him who saves you ^DWhen the ^Gfires have ^Aall grown ^Bm7cold ^GCause this ^Em7heart to ^Asusprais^A7e ^DYo^Asus4u

^DShould my ^Glife be ^Atorn from ^Bm7me D Gma7 G Asus A7 Every worldly pleasure ^DWhen all ^GI pos^Asess is ^Bm7grief ^GGod, be ^Em7then my ^Asustreas^A7ure^{D A}Be my vision ^Din the ^Gnight Em7 D Gma7 Asus A7 Be my hope and refuge ^DTill my ^Gfaith is ^Aturned to ^Bm7sight ^GLord, my ^Em7heart will ^Asusprais^A7e ^DYou ^Asus4

^AOh, my ^Dsoul, put your ^Ghope in ^DGod My ^A/C#Help, my ^Bm7Rock, I will ^Gpraise ^DHim ^ASing, oh ^Dsing, through the ^Gra^Aging ^Bmstorm You're ^Em7still my ^Bm7God, my Sal^Gva^Dtion