Praise for protection, grace, and truth. <br /> <br />My God, in whom are all the springs <br />Of boundless love, and grace unknown, <br />Hide me beneath thy spreading wings, <br />Till the dark cloud is overblown. <br /> <br />Up to the heav'ns I send my cry, <br />The Lord will my desires perform; <br />He sends his angel from the sky, <br />And saves me from the threat'ning storm. <br /> <br />Be thou exalted, O my God, <br />Above the heav'ns, where angels dwell; <br />Thy power on earth be known abroad, <br />And land to land thy wonders tell. <br /> <br />My heart is fixed; my song shall raise <br />Immortal honors to thy name; <br />Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise, <br />My tongue, the glory of my frame. <br /> <br />High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, <br />And reaches to the utmost sky; <br />His truth to endless years remains, <br />When lower worlds dissolve and die. <br /> <br />Be thou exalted, O my God, <br />Above the heav'ns, where angels dwell; <br />Thy power on earth be known abroad, <br />And land to land thy wonders tell.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-57/
