1. O God, day and night I cry to You.
My soul is troubled; my life draws near the grave.
The lowest depth, darkest pits are my surroundings.
Woes overwhelm me in wave after wave!
My eyes are dim with grief; I spread my hands before You.
Are Your wonders only shown unto the dead?
Is Your faithfulness declared in destruction?
Is Your love, Lord, declared but in the grave?
2. O God, in the morn I pray to You.
My soul is troubled; my life draws to its end.
All my friends, all my loved ones gone before me.
Utter darkness is now my only friend.
Why do You turn away Your face from me, my Lord God?
Must I bear alone this endless misery?
Hear my prayer, hear my cry of desperation.
Take this burden Lord, only You can save.
© 1995-2005 Stephen J. Pearson