Why, Lord, must evil seem to get its way?

We confess that our sin is deeply shameful;

but the wicked are openly scornful—

they mock your name and laugh at our dismay.

We know your providential love holds true:

nothing can curse us endlessly with sorrow.

Transform, dear Lord, this damage into good;

show us your glory, hidden by this evil.

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