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.

2 Up to the heavens I send my cry,

The Lord will my desires perform;

He sends his angels from the sky,

And saves me from the threatening storm,

3 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.

4 High o’er earth his mercy reigns,

And reaches to the utmost sky;

His truth to endless years remains,

When lower worlds dissolve and die.

5 Be thou exalted, O my God!

Above the heavens where angels dwell;

Thy power on earth be known abroad,

And land to land thy wonders tell.