Minister: Lift up your hearts!
Congregation: We lift them up to the Lord!
I cried out to God,
Aloud with my voice.
I cried to the Lord,
Making supplication
With my voice.
My complaint poured out of me,
I laid before Him my troubles.
When my spirit staggered,
You knew the path I was on.
In the way that I walked
My foes laid a snare.
I looked to the right;
No companion was there.
No refuge in men,
No man cared for my soul.
I cried to the Lord,
I said, “You are my refuge,
You are my portion
In the land of the living.”
Hear my cry, O my Lord,
I am brought very low.
Deliver me from the haters,
Who are stronger than I.
Bring my soul out of jail,
So that I may offer You praise.
The righteous will then come and gather around me,
You will pour out Your blessings
On the head of Your servant.
Psalm 142
And so, gracious Father, we worship You now through Jesus Christ, who lives and reigns with You and the Holy Spirit, one God, world without end, amen.