CARRY ME (Ps 28) To You O Lord, I lift my voice My rock, O be not deaf to me But hear my cries and calls for help Your silence is as death to me

I lift my hands Up with my voice And bring to you this urgent plea Don’t drag me off with wicked men But like a shepherd carry me

To all the men who speak false peace Who plot against their nearest friend And all those who forget their God O bring them to a bitter end

And all who lift Their fists to God Who having eyes refuse to see Yes, give to them their due reward But like a shepherd carry me

Now bless the Lord, my shield, my strength Who hearkens to the mourner’s voice In Him my soul will ever trust In Him my heart will now rejoice

I lift my song Up to His throne For He has never lost his own But seeks me out though far I flee And like a shepherd carries me

I lift my song Up to His throne For He has never lost his own But seeks me out though far I flee And like a shepherd carries me

My God, my Shepherd carries me