I have set my eyes on the King on Zion
Let the light of your face shine upon us
O Lord, in the morning Your hear my voice,
Voice of Your son, not thy slave
Eternal glory is awaiting for me.
You've given me a wide place for my steps
On you was I cast from my birth
Unless your grace, I am nothing
Do not drag me away with the wicked
And not into the hands of the enemy
What profit is there in my death in pit?
'Nothing, but your heart devise wrongs', He said.
I cry to Him most high
'Awake my soul
My heart is steadfast, O God.
Joyful melody will be sung
Oh! God, awake my soul'
By this I knew that You are pleased.
You have kept count of my tossing.
I will sing and make melody.'
'Awake, my soul!
I will awake the dawn'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
~~A beautiful poem, Joby. Thank you.