Like the highest mountains

Tekst: Krzysztof Radzimski, Muzyka: Krzysztof Radzimski & Royal Age

Sin leads the heart of a wicked man;
his eyes are closed to the fear of God.
For he lives with the delusion:
his guilt will not be known and hated.
Empty and false are the words of his mouth.

Lord, your mercy reaches to heaven;
your fidelity, to the clouds.
Your justice is like the highest mountains;
Man and beast hide within you

On his bed he hatches villainy;
he sets off on a wicked way;
he doesn't reject evil.

How precious is your mercy, O God!
They take refuge in the shadow of your wings.
They feast on the rich food of your house;
from your streams of delight you give them drink.