1-2. Clear my name, God; stick up for meagainst these loveless, immoral people.Get me out of here, awayfrom these lying degenerates.I counted on you, God.Why did you walk out on me?Why am I pacing the floor, wringing my handsover these outrageous people?
3-4. Give me your lantern and compass,give me a map,So I can find my way to the sacred mountain,to the place of your presence,To enter the place of worship,meet my exuberant God,Sing my thanks with a harp,magnificent God, my God.
5. Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul?Why are you crying the blues?Fix my eyes on God—soon I’ll be praising again.He puts a smile on my face.He’s my God.