When my soul is worn and weary,
and my eyes are filled with grief.
When my hands in desperation
reach to heaven for relief.

Hear my cry, Heavenly Father.
You have known my every pain.
You have seen all my sorrow.
Hear my cry once again.

Would I find the words there waiting
if I had the strength to start?
Could a mortal tongue interpret
all the sorrow of the heart?

Hear my cry, Heavenly Father.
You have known my every pain.
You have seen all my sorrow.
Hear my cry once again.

Spirit, search me in my weakness,
and discern this growing gray.
Intercede in understanding,
hear the things I cannot say.

Hear my cry, Heavenly Father.
You have known my every pain.
You have seen all my sorrow.
Hear my cry once again.