MY God, in Whom are all the springs Of boundless love and grace unknown, Hide me beneath Thy spreading wings, Till these calamities are gone.
Up to the heavens I send my cry; The Lord will my desires perform; He sends His mercy from the sky, And saves me from the threatening storm.
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.
My heart is fixed, my song shall raise Immortal honours to Thy name; Awake my tongue, send forth my praise, With all the fervour of my frame.
High o’er the earth His mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmost sky; His Truth to endless years remains, When lower worlds dissolve and die.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748