At dawn I come to You
At dawn I come to You, my Rock, my Strength;
I offer You my dawn and evening prayers.
Before Your majesty I stand in fear,
Because Your eye discerns my secret thoughts.
What is there that man’s mind and mouth
Can make? What power is there in my body’s breath?
And yet the songs of man delight You; therefore I
Will praise You while I still have breath…
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