O Lord, I Lift My Soul to You
O Lord, I lift my soul to You.
I wait for Your salvation.
As Zion’s joyful children do,
I cry in acclamation:
Hosanna, David’s greater Son,
My righteous Lord, the blesséd One.
The peril of my sin is great.
The devil would enslave me.
I trust in You. I hope. I wait.
I beg You, come and save me.
My Jesus, come! Your people free
From guilt and Satan’s tyranny.
The night of death will soon be past,
Putting to death my lusting.
My joy shall wake with dawn at last,
Your Word most surely trusting.
This present dark shall pass away,
As You, my Light, bring endless day.
The day shall surely come, my Lord:
The day of Your returning.
I shall be made anew, restored,
Your Word no longer spurning.
Oh, come, my humble Savior King
With mercy You alone can bring.
© 2020, Alan Kornacki, Jr.
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MACHS MIT MIR, GOTT (LSB 688)
Advent I; The Last Day