urn not away, Oh Lord I cannot bear to be without You let me be not alone for my heart trembles and is sure to give out
Without You, I am but a pile of rubble I can do nothing on my own My arms cannot carry my the burdens of my soul and my own hands are crushing me into dust
Have pity on me, oh Mighty Redeemer You who upholds His hand against the world do not raise it against me I cannot bear another blow
Pick up my shattered remains and take me in like the farmhand does with wheat Protect me from those who love You not Clothe my naked body and spare me from the humiliation
I hear them now, the mockers that have stationed against me They beat their chests as if to strike at my wounds I see their spears guarding every escape and no matter where I turn, they stand at the ready
They are tall, haughty and proud of their plans to burn my body and watch me cry out in vain My enemies are counting my tears before they fall and they’ve given themselves over to rejoicing in my failures
Save me, Oh Savior! Help me, Oh Comforter! For you are the destroyer of armies, and the comforter of my soul
Take me away where the moths cannot feast on the dust where the snake does not snatch at the bodies of children away from the vermin that spread the disease of ruin Where even the birds have forgotten the taste of flesh
There I feel the warmth from Your face and I see the foundations of pearls that bear your city You are shining with the light of the sun and I am singing with the grace of the moon
Lift me out of this land say that I am Yours Turn not away from me Take me to be with You