My soul melteth under a weight I cannot hold up. For heaviness is made heavier when weakness abounds. Strengthen thou me, not in human-strength but in trust. According unto my great need, let thy word build an high tower in my heart.
My soul feels direction-less, It cleaveth unto worldly visions. The dust from which we are made Seems to appeal to it. Quicken thou these dead bones. Me, I will breathe dust-free air. According to your will, and Thy word bring life and immortality to light.
Deal bountifully and set this prayer before you. With incense, receive my offering. Thy servant wonders at your goodness; That you tarry with me. I may be impatient, and Live an inconsistent life, And invalidate my offering. Keep me for your own sake, And for the honor of thy word.
I will listen for my beloved’s voice, Delight in his commands; for Myself I find purpose. In the quiet Thy statutes call. I will arise and Not slumber or Forget your love; Thy word beckons.