My God, in Whom Are All the Springs

My God

in whom are all the springs

Of bound­less love

and grace un­known

Hide me be­neath Thy spread­ing wings

Till the dark cloud is ov­er­blown.

Up to the heav’ns I send my cry

The Lord will my de­sires per­form;

He sends His an­gel from the sky

And saves me from the threat­en­ing storm.

Be Thou ex­alt­ed

O my God

Above the heav’ns

where an­gels dwell;

Thy pow­er on earth be known abroad

And land to land Thy won­ders tell.

My heart is fixed; my song shall raise

Immortal hon­ors to Thy name;

Awake

my tongue

to sound His praise

My tongue

the glo­ry of my frame.

High o’er the earth His mer­cy reigns

And reach­es to the ut­most sky;

His truth to end­less years re­mains

When low­er worlds dis­solve and die.

Be Thou ex­alt­ed

O my God

Above the heav’ns

where an­gels dwell;

Thy pow­er on earth be known abroad

And land to land Thy won­ders tell.