You got me when I was an unformed youth,God, and taught me everything I know.Now I’m telling the world your wonders;I’ll keep at it until I’m old and gray.God, don’t walk off and leave meuntil I get out the newsOf your strong right arm to this world,news of your power to the world yet to come,Your famous and righteousways, O God.God, you’ve done it all!Who is quite like you?You, who made me stare trouble in the face,Turn me around;Now let me look life in the face.I’ve been to the bottom;Bring me up, streaming with honors;turn to me, be tender to me,And I’ll take up the lute and thank youto the tune of your faithfulness, God.I’ll make music for you on a harp,Holy One of Israel.When I open up in song to you,I let out lungsful of praise,my rescued life a song.All day long I’m chantingabout you and your righteous ways,While those who tried to do me inslink off looking ashamed.