1 O Lord, the God who saves me,
to you my spirit cries;
my world is full of trouble,
and hope of mercy dies.

2 Your anger lies upon me,
I cannot make amends;
your waves, they overwhelm me,
you take away my friends.

3 And shall the dead sing praises,
and can the darkness see
your righteous ways, your wonders,
your faithfulness to me?

4 I call to you in waking,
and seek you all day long:
O hear me, Lord and Saviour
restore to me my song.

5 My God shall yet uplift me,
the Spirit come to save,
and Jesus my redeemer
shall tear me from the grave!

After Psalm 88, Michael Perry (1942 - 1996)
© Mrs B Perry/Jubilate Hymns
76 7 6 Iambic