Words: Martin Leckebusch

Music: Christian Ignatius LaTrobe, 1790

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Morning, noon, and night I plead:
terror grips my heart and mind;
those who taunt me, those who stare,
push me closer to despair.
How I yearn to fly away,
leaving trouble far behind.

Where am I to turn for help?
In our cities, lies are rife;
there abuse and malice lurk,
there destruction is at work.
Lord, dispel those deadly threats;
stem the violence, end the strife.

Yet a deeper wound is mine:
cold betrayal by a friend—
treacherous and insincere,
someone whom I once held dear;
then, we worshiped side by side;
now, my anguish knows no end.

Lord, will justice not prevail?
Will You let the righteous fall?
Will Your mercy not sustain
those who cry to You in pain?
Savior God, in You I trust,
and in faith to You I call.
Words: © Kevin Mayhew Ltd. Used by permission.
Music: Public domain

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