Of Dust & Glory (A Lockdown Psalm)

In foolish dreams I thought What could ever shake me? You hid your face and I Woke up to my frail weakness Be merciful to me I cry now soul-oppressed My eyes grow dim with sorrow For I am in distress O Lord, Redeemer, hear my weeping Reclothe my soul with joy That I may sing your praises forevermore O Lord, Redeemer, hear my weeping Reclothe my soul with joy That I may sing your praises, my dear Lord What gain for you if I Am dragged down into silence Will dust your glory sing Give praise from death's dark stillness? In you I seek safe refuge O turn your ear and hear Come quickly to my rescue My rock, my mighty Saviour You turn my weeping into dancing You clothe my soul with joy And I shall sing your praises forevermore You turn my weeping into dancing You clothe my soul with joy And I shall sing your praises, my dear Lord To you, O Lord, I raise my hands Redeemer God, I cling to you, my rock To you, O Lord, I cry all day Deliver me, O Lord, my faithful God You turn my weeping into dancing You clothe my soul with joy And I shall sing your praises forevermore You turn my weeping into dancing You clothe my soul with joy And I shall sing your praises, my dear Lord You turn my weeping into singing You clothe my soul with joy And I shall sing your praises forevermore You turn my weeping into singing You clothe my soul with joy And I shall sing your praises, my dear Lord