How Deep is the Fountain

How deep is the fountain from which my joy floweth How high is the mountain on which my feet stand How vast are the marvelous wonders He showeth How great is the strength of His mighty Right Hand How sure are His mercies—made new every morning How bright is His light in the the days that are dim How great is His goodness stored up for those fearing His Name—all those finding their refuge in Him How strong is the bedrock on which I am founded How dear is the heritage given to me How deep are my roots—in that land I am grounded How true are His words, and forever shall be How free is His grace, never purchased by silver How dear is His love, more than men e’er could tell How full is my heart, satisfied by my Savior How good is Yehovah unto Israel