Let the night come, My supplication will not cease. Come before thee, my prayers fly, Deliver me from the enemy within. According to mercy, Thy word is the anchor.
Let my cry find an audience at the throne, Come near to its sound. Before thee, I rejoice to appear, O Lord, hear my noise. Give me understanding, not According to merit, but according to Thy word.
I rejoice in another day, At times I’m not that grateful. Thy word reminds me of your lovingkindness, As one who is a daysman, That lays his hand upon me, and Findeth beauty in my weakness. Great spoil to me is your presence.
Princes have canceled me, and Persecuted me because of my speech. Without a cause they seek to silence a shout, But my heart cannot be hushed; it Standeth in awe of thy word.