To my lord I breathe, cast away the overspills,
O’ God you are my source of happiness,
And I lay my living sacrifice today for a purpose,
I feel this deadly pain in me but I believe only in you.
O’ Lord see my tears; they are tears of hope of sorrow
Taken from the feet of mount Zion, to the heart of God
And my trust rests only in you, my heavenly father
To the love of God, to such love of Jesus I swim in
O’ king of Israel I raise my head in a broken calabash
Seeking the glory and ever green garden
To my left and light, are the folded arms
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