Lord, deliver me from the enemyís camp,
my continence is like the setting of the sun.
The light is fading, giving way to the darkness,
another night of battle, even though the war is won.
My joy has been plundered and my strength is fleeting,
OíLord, lift me up and mount me upon eagles wings.
Let your winds gently blow me to your holy mountain,
there I will be refreshed, as your angelic choir sings.
In your presence Iím filled like a fountain that overflows,
I bathe in your mercies as you shower me from above.
Joy comes in the morning as the Son brings forth a new day,
The battle has long faded now that I'm basking in your love.