To You my God, I lift these words of praise.
O precious Lord, I thirst to see Your face.
I cannot walk, I cannot sleep, I die,
If You not talk to me, o Most High!
My mind’s full with sorrows of my life.
Oh, give me tool to keep You in my sight.
I guess, some words from deepest of Your heart,
The wisest thought to make my soul smart.
To You my God, I lift these words of praise...
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