Buried in these hands a face of pain,
To whom is the prayer of solace made?
Are they not to you, Oh God of heaven
With a heart so burdened.
Sweet are the waters which You lead me by,
Gentle are the streams which You brought me to,
Green are the pastures which I lie upon,
As I seek Your face to revive my strength.
Let Your joy be my strength,
Oh Lord of heaven.
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