My God, in Whom are All the Springs
My God, in whom are all the springs
Of bound-less love, and grace un-known,
Hide me be-neath Thy spread-ing wings
Till the dark cloud is o-ver-blown.
Up to the heavens I send my cry,
The Lord will my de-sires per-form;
He sends His an-gel from the sky,
And saves me from the threat-'ning storm.
Be Thou ex-al-ted, O my God,
A-bove the heavens where an-gels dwell;
Thy power on earth be known a-broad,
And land to land Thy won-ders tell.
My heart is fixed; my song shall raise
Im-mort-al hon-ours to Thy Name;
A-wake, my tongue, to sound His praise,
My tongue, the glo-ry of my frame.
High o'er the earth His mer-cy reigns,
And reach-es to the ut-most sky;
His truth to end-less years re-mains,
When low-er worlds dis-solve and die.
Be Thou ex-alt-ed, O my God,
A-bove the heavens where an-gels dwell;
Thy power on earth be known a-broad,
And land to land Thy wond-ers tell.