My soul soon sang, my heart cried out,
and broke through my despair.
My song, it rang, my tears, they cleansed,
when I learned not to care.
Don't care, just see and hear and love,
just let God be the judge,
for God's mercy will right all wrong.
Here I give up my grudge.
But if you cry, demand the good
and right and proper thing,
for God on high in heaven hears;
such cries will surely ring.
For justice, not myself, I'll care;
myself I'll soon forget.
For justice sought is found in Christ;
alone in Him is met.
Tale Told 