All my heart worships the LORD In thanksgiving.
Before the day begins my
Chorus of praise is raised to the living God
Don't You concern Thyself with the littlest sparrow?
Early, I too greet thee, oh Lord.
For you are the lover of my soul.
God who created both heaven and earth
High and exalted above all
I delight my soul in you!
Just as the babe sucks and pines for its mother's breast
Kind saviour, Your
Love succors me and
My rest and joy are full in knowing thee and
No fear remains
Only the delight of satisfied fullness and the
Promise of hope
Quietly glowing through the dark,
rank, torpid, places of secret shame until
Swiftly bringing light and sweet fragrance,
To a heart where nature had brought reproach
unlimited, till grace
Volunteered and my Saviour, Redeemer
Was near to bring
Xylophonic percussion tunes of joy in gospel light and
Yes, oh Lord, my heart door is open,
Zest for life renewed.
