1-2. I’m ready, God, so ready,ready from head to toe.Ready to sing,ready to raise a God-song:“Wake, soul! Wake, lute!Wake up, you sleepyhead sun!”
3-6. I’m thanking you, God, out in the streets,singing your praises in town and country.The deeper your love, the higher it goes;every cloud’s a flag to your faithfulness.Soar high in the skies, O God!Cover the whole earth with your glory!And for the sake of the one you love so much,reach down and help me—answer me!
7-9. That’s when God spoke in holy splendor:“Brimming over with joy,I make a present of Shechem,I hand out Succoth Valley as a gift.Gilead’s in my pocket,to say nothing of Manasseh.Ephraim’s my hard hat,Judah my hammer.Moab’s a scrub bucket—I mop the floor with Moab,Spit on Edom,rain fireworks all over Philistia.”