When You set foundations for all the mighty nations
Were You thinking then of me?
Put mountains in their places
Gave morning birds their voices
Were You thinking then of me?

My humble cry,
You set aside the universe to hear the sound

Falling down, near Your feet
Who could stand on holy ground?
Fount of grace, touch my face
Cleanse me now, I’m falling, falling down

Minnesota sleeping
Winter air is keeping very little sound
Where Seventh crosses Hennepin
It’s clean and white like heaven when it’s falling to the ground

Blanket of white
Your perfect light can rest upon me when I’m found

Low before my King
Praise is all I bring
Low before Your throne
I worship You alone