| To You, O Lord, I cry out
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| For Your arrows pierce me deeply, deeply
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| For Your hand is heavy on me
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| Because of my sin
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| But Lord keep me, keep me, keep me
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| I am in trouble, I am in trouble
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| My iniquity is over my head
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| My flesh is weary from convictions convincing
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| And I have been weeping all night in my bed
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| It’s the sound of a heart crying out to God
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| And the sound of His heart calling back to you
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| It’s the sound of a heart crying out to God
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| And the sound of His heart calling back to you
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| All of my tears You hold in Your bottle
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| Like a sentimental thing
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| My tears of repentance You hold like a treasure
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| Like a sweet offering
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| All of my sighing reaches Your ears
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| You know that I love You
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| So help me, help me, God
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| Bridge
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| And the lonely You will comfort
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| And the broken You will heal
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| All my sighing reaches Your ear |