A bruised reed You will not break

And a smoldering wick You will not snuff out

You have supported those who stumbled

For You are a father to the fatherless

Sad and alone widows You defend

The lonely You set in families that comfort them

You are close to those with broken hearts

For You are the help to the helpless

By Your wounds we are healed

The punishment bringing us peace was upon You

You gave Your precious life for the sinners

For You are the hope to the hopeless

Who I am

To deserve this merciful reservoir

Who I am

To get hold of the world upholder

I become who I am

Not because of who I am

But because of who You are