Lord of the fortress beyond the sky

Whose height no measurement knows

My foot secured on Your cliff so high

That place from where Your kingdom grows

 

I begged and pleaded for such a voice

That my God would hear and speak

Faith was gifted where I read rejoice

I learned His will; to prove me weak

 

Not my will or of my passions great

By design He lifts my heart

His sovereign hands rose never too late

Eternal His word from the start

 

In precious Scripture You show me frail

Your glory brings alive soul

Pages are to me a billowed sail

Pressed, I’m conformed to Your control

 

There is no gift unto me revealed

Like this treasure bound and sewn

From Your lips give Your heart unconcealed

Read by grace of grace alone