Thy mer­cy, Lord, is in the heav’ns;
Thy truth doth reach the clouds;
Thy jus­tice is like mount­ains great;
Thy judg­ments deep as floods.

Lord, Thou pre­serv­est man and beast;
How pre­cious is Thy grace!
Therefore in sha­dow of Thy wings,
Men’s sons their trust shall place.

They with the fat­ness of Thy house
Shall be well sa­tis­fied;
From rivers of Thy plea­sure Thou
Wilt drink to them pro­vide.

Because of life the fount­ain pure
Remains alone with Thee;
And in that pur­est light of Thine
We clear­ly light shall see.