O Lord, my Rock—hear my plea! If You stay silent, I am lost— Like those who sink to the grave’s dark hold, Their voices stilled, their hope erased. Drag them down—the workers of lies, Who smile with peace but plot deceit. Repay them for their wicked deeds, Let their own nets entrap their feet. But I—I lift my hands in praise! You hear my cry, You shield my way. My heart leaps up, my song breaks free— The Lord is my strength, my fortress stay! Save Your flock, bless Your own, Carry us close through endless days. Lift us high above the fray, And turn our mourning into praise.
