From Heaven the Lord looks down

From heaven the Lord looks down
Upon the children of men,
To see if there be one who does good,
And keeps the law in his heart

My heart overflows I sing my ode to the King.
My tongue flows like the pen of a scribe
I sing the praise of the Lord, Ooh

Our hearts are restless for Thee,
And restless always shall be,
Until they drink of the springs of Your love,
And rise restless no more

My heart overflows I sing my ode to the King.
My tongue flows like the pen of a scribe
I sing the praise of the Lord, Ooh

How lovely is this place,
The dwelling place of the Lord.
My heart and soul have yearned and pined
For God, the living God

My heart overflows I sing my ode to the King.
My tongue flows like the pen of a scribe
I sing the praise of the Lord, Ooh