6. They booby-trapped my path;I thought I was dead and done for.They dug a mantrap to catch me,and fell in headlong themselves.
7-8. I’m ready, God, so ready,ready from head to toe,Ready to sing, ready to raise a tune:“Wake up, soul!Wake up, harp! wake up, lute!Wake up, you sleepyhead sun!”
9-10. I’m thanking you, God, out loud in the streets,singing your praises in town and country.The deeper your love, the higher it goes;every cloud is a flag to your faithfulness.
11. Soar high in the skies, O God!Cover the whole earth with your glory!