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.