With bated breath I open sacred lore,
The holy page beneath my fingers glows,
What God hath said shall echo evermore,
And through my soul a victor’s river flows.

Like deer I rise upon a mountaintop,
Renewed by grace that pours from heaven’s throne,
The word divine cuts doubt with two-edged sword,
And bids me claim the peace He calls His own.

No chains can bind the heart that hears His call,
My spirit soars where mortal fears recede,
In faith I stand, unbowed, through storm and blessing,
They wait on God and rise with eagles’ speed.

The book I hold ignites my golden ray,
A light to guide me till the end of day.