Psalm of Exaltation
I will sing of mercy and judgment, unto thee,
O Lord, will I sing. A wanderer from the way
Of right, self exalted in a fool's glow of vanity
I scoffed at you my king, 'til death and decay
Drove me from the folly's fruit to open again
The door of my wounded heart. O sweet rain
Of light, O quivering dove of uncloven love
You exit your bright portals of heaven above
To dwell in my mortal muddle of mud. O let
My mute tongue milk the jubilation of praise
Let your power reclaiming ransomed breath
Lift up my fired pedestal extolling your ways.
O God, take all, and be my love's everything
Bearer of my cross, High Rock, and my King.
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