with hope born of the Word.
Like sleepless ones who long to dream
Lord, hear my pleading voice,
and let me know you hear!
As sleepless ones feel rest approach,
If you should list my faults,
the sins of heart and hand,
like sleepless ones who groan at dawn
I know I could not stand!
I know you hear my cries.
Like sleepless ones who dream at last,
And once my soul is still,
at peace as though a child upon
a gentle mother’s breast.
Your love redeems me from the depths
- Psalm adaptation from Glory to God, 791