To you, o lord, I cry out
For your arrows pierce me deeply, deeply
For your hand is heavy on me
Because of my sin
But lord keep me, keep me, keep me
I am in trouble, I am in trouble
My iniquity is over my head
My flesh is weary from convictions convincing
And I have been weeping all night in my bed

It’s the sound of a heart crying out to God
And the sound of his heart calling back to you
It’s the sound of a heart crying out to God
And the sound of his heart calling back to you

All of my tears you hold in your bottle
Like a sentimental thing
My tears of repentance you hold like a treasure
Like a sweet offering
All of my sighing reaches your ears
You know that I love you
So help me, help me, God
And the lonely you will comfort
And the broken you will heal
All my sighing reaches your ear