Your salvation far and wide. Beyond my simple mind. Beyond words and depths inside, Its edge I cannot find. Since before first day of life, Before I drew a breath, In me you worked good and strife To save me ’fore my death. Often, Lord, my eyes are on The troubles of the day, Not your saving hand upon Me all along life’s way. Open eyes to see the new Paths leading from hell’s flame. Open lips to sing of you Of my salvation’s name. Let me not go to the grave Before the youth I tell Of your many acts that save And pull me from sin’s cell. Let the generations see Your strong and holy tower By the words you give to me Until life’s final hour.