Thy mercy and Thy truth, O Lord,
Transcend the lof­ty sky;
Thy judg­ments are a migh­ty deep,
And as the mount­ains high.

Lord, Thou pre­serv­est man and beast;
Since Thou art ev­er kind;
Beneath the sha­dow of Thy wings
We may a re­fuge find.

With the abun­dance of Thy house
We shall be sa­tis­fied,
From ri­vers of un­fail­ing joy
Our thirst shall be sup­plied.

The fount­ain of eter­nal life
Is found alone with Thee,
And in the bright­ness of Thy light
We clear­ly light shall see.

From those that know Thee may Thy love
And mer­cy ne’er de­part,
And may Thy jus­tice still pro­tect
And bless the up­right heart.

The work­ers of ini­qui­ty
Are fall­en ut­ter­ly;
They shall not tri­umph in their pride,
Or drive my soul from Thee.