Minister: Lift up your hearts!
Congregation: We lift them up to the Lord!
Torment is my lot, deliver me,
I hold tight to Your law.
God, plead my cause, deliver me,
And quicken me, fulfill Your Word,
Keep all Your promises to me.
Salvation is a distant isle
From all these wicked men.
They do not seek Your holy law.
Great are Your tender mercies, Lord,
God, in Your judgments quicken me.
My persecutors multiply,
My enemies abound,
And still I do not drift away,
I do not drop Your holy Word,
I will not stray from Your good law.
I watched them as they broke Your Word,
And it was grief to me.
Consider how I love Your law,
And quicken me to do so more,
According to Your tenderness.
Your Word is true eternally,
And all Your laws are right.
You will not let Your judgments lapse,
Your kindness is forever sure,
Your Word is true eternally.
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
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