I'll raise my voice though you can hear me thinking
i'll raise my hands though they've been stained with sin
never raise the floods so high that they might reach me
will you quiet the sea and calm the storm within
My god, hear my prayer my god of glory listen to my cry
i'll speak from on my knees my god smile upon me from on high
I'll rest beneath the shadow of your mighty wings
in the shadow of the cross i'll hide
if you would lead me to the deepest healing springs
flow like blood poured from your wounded side
My god, hear my prayer, god of glory listen to my cry
i'll speak from on my knees my god smile upon me from on high
My god of glory turn your face upon me
to quiet restless thought and whispering fear
your arm is not to short that you can't reach me
nor ear too heavy that you cannot hear
My god, hear my prayer my god of glory listen to my cry
íll speak from on my knees my god smile upon me from on high