Deep calleth unto deep, the sound
Of all God’s waterfalls and waves,
In billows were unbound!
The deep called out, “I cannot bear
The sting that fills my guilty graves,
And all that hides down here.”
A roaring flood of wrath was heard
That human ear could not abide,
Nor tongue could frame in word;
It was for sin that I had done,
As God Almighty poured that tide
On Christ, the sinless One.
“Deep calleth unto deep,” again,
In answer to each wave that rolled,
As deep as all my stain;
The “deep” of all that I had done,
In shame and woe, repulsive, bold,
Christ’s “deep” of love made known.
And deeper still that love has gone,
So deep that all the world should know
That all the work is done;
”Thy billows are gone over Me”;
”I’ve gone where none could ever go
To set the sinner free.”
Deep calleth unto deep, my friend,
And waits for you as you stand by,
Your broken heart to mend;
If life would end for you today,
Would “lost forever” be your cry?
Or, “Jesus paid my way”?
Deep calleth unto deep, I see;
Eternity will there unfold
What Christ has paid for me;
Till then my steps, Lord, Thou wilt keep,
And love’s great trophy ever hold,
For “deep” has answered “deep”!
M. Breman