Listen to my voice in the morning, Lord. Each morning I bring my requests to you and wait expectantly.
They cause the poor to cry out, catching God’s attention. He hears the cries of the needy.
I rise early, before the sun is up; I cry out for help and put my hope in your words.
Hear my cry, O Lord. Pay attention to my prayer.
I long for the Lord more than sentries long for the dawn, yes, more than sentries long for the dawn.
I will exalt you, my God and King, and praise your name forever and ever.
Every day I call to you, my God, but you do not answer. Every night I lift my voice, but I find no relief.
Only by your power can we push back our enemies; only in your name can we trample our foes.
Morning, noon, and night I cry out in my distress, and the Lord hears my voice.
Answer my prayers, O Lord, for your unfailing love is wonderful. Take care of me, for your mercy is so plentiful.
You, O God, are my king from ages past, bringing salvation to the earth.
What joy for those who can live in your house, always singing your praises. Interlude
O Lord, I cry out to you. I will keep on pleading day by day.
In the night I search for you; in the morning I earnestly seek you. For only when you come to judge the earth will people learn what is right.
You heard me when I cried, “Listen to my pleading! Hear my cry for help!”
Before daybreak the next morning, Jesus got up and went out to an isolated place to pray.