To You
Yahweh
I lift
up my
soul,
O my
God.
To
You,
dear
Lord,
I give
You my
soul,
Yes,
my
God.
Sometimes
I no
longer
feel,
That
I've a
place
to
stay.
O take
me
where
someone
will
care,
Then
fear
will
go
away.
There's
but
one
place
for me
to be,
Tis
never
far
from
thee.
Right
here,
on
earth,
Your
praise
must
ring,
My
hurting
heart
will
sing.
So
hear,
O
Lord,
the
sound
of my
call.
Hear,
O
Lord,
and
have
mercy.
My
soul
is
longing
for
the
glory
of
You.
So,
hear
sweet
Lord,
and
answer
me.
Diana
Norris
© 2007