R (3) Let my prayer come before you, Lord.
Daily I call upon you, O Lord;
to you I stretch out my hands.
Will you work wonders for the dead?
Will the shades arise to give you thanks? R
Do they declare your mercy in the grave,
your faithfulness among those who have perished?
Are your wonders made known in the darkness,
or your justice in the land of oblivion? R
But I, O Lord, cry out to you;
with my morning prayer I wait upon you.
Why, O Lord, do you reject me;
why hide from me your face? R
Alleluia, alleluia. I consider all things so much rubbish/ that I may gain Christ and be found in him. Alleluia, alleluia.
- I will follow you wherever you go. l
