I know my transgressions and my sin is always before me Surely, I was sinful at birth, sinful from the time my mother conceived Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience but shouts in our pains It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world Create in me a pure heart o God and renew a steadfast spirit within me Speak in my pain, shout in my pain – here I am! In God whose word I praise, in God I trust, I will not be afraid When tears run down my face, temptations come, my heart is anguish within me I look to your throne worship you lamb, lion of the tribe of judah The lord brings down to the grave and raises up Brings death and makes alive Sends poverty and wealthy Humbles and exalts, raises the poor from the dust There is none like you, there is none besides you There is no rock like our God, so Speak in my pain, shout in my pain – here I am!