Like David's heart, my own is crushed;
I've waited here for friends to care.
But I'm alone, a trampled reed;
In tears, I turn to you in prayer.
Oh, mercy be the hand you show;
May words of comfort flow from you.
Renew my strength, for I am weak;
Refresh my soul like morning dew.
Instill in me a loyal heart,
And help me always guard its door,
For I do hate the wayward deeds
Of those who worldly ways adore.
Extend your hand, take hold of mine,
And guide my steps away from there.
Infuse my soul with fortitude;
I beg of you in my despair.