Upon a glorious throne, exalted high, Our sanctuary, where we lift our cry.
Oh Lord, our hope, our strength, our guide, In You alone, we will abide. Those who forsake, will face shame, Their names written in dust, a lasting blame.
Heal me, Lord, with Your loving hand, Save me, for in You I stand. They mock and question, "Where is Your word?" But in Your promises, my faith is stirred.
I have not fled, I am Your faithful sheep, My words, my thoughts, in Your presence, I keep. For You are the spring of living water, My praise to You, my Lord and Father.
