O Lord I cry out to you. In my time of need I run to you for refuge. Only in you do I find peace. How often I neglect you, turn from you, to lean on my own strength until I fall with no place to lay. My God reach down and comfort your child as I am in great need. My heart is in constant pain, my eyes continually fill with tears. Help me father. Let me know I am not alone, you have not forsaken your daughter in her darkest hour. Bring me peace to my soul; lift the burden from my inner being. I know you will not make me carry more than I can hold, but I am no longer able to bare the weight of this; I cast myself on thee. May your glory and strength shine in my weakness. May those who see me, see only you. Humble thy servant to take comfort at thy feet.

"Come you saints lift up your heads
To find the hand of grace
Has carried you from Satan’s grasp
And brought you to this place
Where all designs of flesh will fail
And still His grace remains
For purposing His own good will
The Lord has come to save

Come you saints to hear the voice
That sings from Calvary
The song that drew our wayward hearts
And brought us to believe
It’s grace the glorious Savior’s song
He paid so dear to sing
The words He cries “forgive, forgive”
Hold power to redeem

When the days of toil end
And comes our glorious King
All sin removed, our eyes behold
The Lamb in majesty
Then great will be their Christian song
The loudest there will be
An endless praise in sweet refrain
Of God’s redeeming grace

Overwhelming, overwhelming grace
Overwhelming, overwhelming grace "