For Your mercy is great above the heavens,
And Your truth reaches to the clouds.
For Your mercy is great above the heavens,
And Your truth reaches to the clouds.
He hears His saints, He knows their cry,
And by mysterious ways
Redeems the prisoners doomed to die,
And fills their tongues with praise.
Incline Your ear to me;
In the day that I call, answer me speedily
But God will ne’er cast off his saints,
Nor his own promise break
He pardons his inheritance
For their Redeemer’s sake.
Blessed is the man whom You instruct, O Lord,
And teach out of Your law
For those to whom my name is known,
I’ll honour them in heaven;
there my salvation shall be shown,
and endless life be given.
If vapors with malignant breath
Rise thick, and scatter midnight death:
Still they are safe; the poison’d air
Again grows pure, if God be there
Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge,
Even the Most High, your dwelling place,
No evil shall befall you,
Our God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come
And yet—blessed be the Lord forever! Amen and amen!
Lord, I have called daily upon You;
I have stretched out my hands to You.
Restore us, O God of hosts; let thy face shine, that we may be saved!