Rushing

Rushing and rushing

In his hands are the depths of the earth and the mountain peaks belong to him

And the skies proclaim

In his hands are the depths of the earth and the mountain peaks belong to him

And the skies proclaim

In his hands are the depths of the earth / And unfailing love / Do you know how the clouds hang poised? / The skies proclaim the work of his hands

'On my mind'

In his hands are the depths of the earth / And unfailing love / Do you know how the clouds hang poised? / The skies proclaim the work of his hands

On my mind / On my mind

Do you know how the clouds hang poised?