When I call, the Lord will answer,
He hears me in distress.
He sends me hope for my prayers
And his mercy is never less.
How long, how long, will men hate me?
And turn my glory into shame?
How long, how long, will they flee you?
Choosing illusions over your name?
The Lord has chosen me,
So I must follow Him.
He listens when I call,
And makes me free from sin.
In your anger, chose not sin.
Always search both heart and soul.
Offer Him gifts from a righteous heart.
Trust in the One who makes you whole.
Many, many, seek for riches,
But I will always seek Your face.
While they rejoice in wine and grain,
I will revel in your grace.
I will sleep and be assured
That I will rise to serve again
For with You I dwell securely,
Fearing nothing that comes from men.
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