With Joyful Lips Lyrics

Chorus

Return, O Lord, deliver my soul. (a)

God of love, come to my help! (b)

Verse 1

Gracious Lord, reprove me not in your anger,

Heal me, Lord, for I have no strength.

See, my soul is deeply disturbed. (b)

Verse 2

Every night my bed is drenched with my weeping

And my eyes waste away with grief.

Many are the foes that surround me. (b)

Verse 3

But the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping;

Now at last he has heard my plea

And he has accepted my prayer. (b)