Your Word, O Lord, is a living water spring: I grow from it;
~~Your Word, O Lord, is a running river stream: I grow toward it.
Yet Your Word is a mighty force,
~~And my dread is a forceful fright.
You rend the land: Your rapids carve a canyon;
~~You lift the tide: Your vapors hide a secret.
Bend me to Your Word, O Lord, though it be a flood;
~~Though it shift my stand, O Lord, bend me to Your Word.