The Mighty God

Verse 1

Oh, who is like the Mighty One, Whose throne is in the sky? Who compasseth the universe With his all-searching eye; At whose creative word appeared The dry land and the sea: My spirit thirsts for thee, O Lord, My spirit thirsts for thee!

Verse 2

Around him suns and systems swim In harmony and light; Before him, harps angelic hymn His praises day and night. Yet to the contrite, night and day, In mercy turneth he: My spirit thirsts for thee, O Lord, My spirit thirsts for thee!

Verse 3

Yea! though his works are infinite, His power upholds them all; He clothes the lilies of the field, And marks the sparrow's fall. Who listens to the raven's cry, Will bend his ear to me: My spirit thirsts for thee, O Lord, My spirit thirsts for thee!