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
