My heart is fixed, O God,
A grateful song I raise;
Awake, O harp, in joyful strains;
Awake, my soul, to praise.

Among the nations, Lord,
To Thee my song shall rise;
Thy truth is great above the heav’ns,
Thy mercies reach the skies.

Above the heav’ns, O God,
And over all the earth,
Let men exalt Thy glorious Name
And tell Thy matchless worth.

Stretch forth Thy mighty hand
In answer to our prayer,
And let Thine own belovèd ones
Thy great salvation share.

The holy God has said,
“All lands shall own My sway;
My people shall My glory share,
The heathen shall obey.”

O who will lead our hosts
To triumph o’er the foe,
If Thou shalt cast us off, O God,
Nor with our armies go?

The help of man is vain,
Be Thou our Helper, Lord;
Through Thee we shall do valiantly
If Thou Thine aid afford.

My steadfast heart, O God,
Will sound Thy praise abroad
With tuneful string;
The dawn shall hear my song,
Thy praise I will prolong,
And where Thy people throng
Thanksgiving bring.

Thy truth and tender love
Are high as Heav’n above;
Thy help we crave.
Be Thou exalted high
Above the lofty sky;
Lest Thy belovèd die,
O hear and save.

God’s Word shall surely stand;
His Name through every land
Shall be adored;
Lord, who shall lead our host?
Thine aid we covet most,
In Thee is all our boast,
Strong in the Lord.

O come, my soul, bless thou the Lord thy Maker,
And all within me bless His holy Name;
Bless thou the Lord, forget not all His mercies,
His pard’ning grace and saving love proclaim.

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Bless Him forever, wondrous in might,
Bless Him, His servants that in His will delight.

Good is the Lord and full of kind compassion,
Most slow to anger, plenteous in love;
Rich is His grace to all that humbly seek Him,
Boundless and endless as the heav’ns above.

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His love is like a father’s to his children,
Tender and kind to all who fear His Name;
For well He knows our weakness and our frailty,
He knows that we are dust, He knows our frame.

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We fade and die like flow’rs that grow in beauty,
Like tender grass that soon will disappear;
But evermore the love of God is changeless,
Still shown to those who look to Him in fear.

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High in the heav’ns His throne is fixed forever,
His kingdom rules o’er all from pole to pole;
Bless ye the Lord through all His wide dominion,
Bless His most holy Name, O thou my soul.

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I’ve something in my heart that Jesus gave to me,
It makes me feel like singing glory all the day;
He found my captive soul and gave me liberty,
And now I feel like singing glory!

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He makes the path grow brighter ev’ry passing day;
He makes the burden lighter all along the way;
His Word is my delight, His will I now obey,
And all the time I’m singing glory!

My Savior loosed my tongue that I might speak His praise;
Since then I have been singing glory all the day;
I love to tell the lost of Jesus and His ways,
And oh, it keeps me singing glory!

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My Savior took my feet from out the miry clay;
Since then I have been singing glory all the day;
He placed them on the Rock that shall not pass away—
I cannot keep from singing glory!

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O weary heart and sad, O heavy laden soul,
If you would feel like singing glory all the day,
Just let the Savior in, and let Him take control;
Then you will feel like singing glory!

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Thou hidden Love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathomed no one knows,
I see from far Thy beauteous light,
And inly sigh for Thy repose;
My heart is pained, nor can it be
At rest, till it finds rest in Thee.

Thy secret voice invites me still
The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove;
And fain I would; but though my will
Seems fixed, yet wide my passions rove;
Yet hindrances strew all the way;
I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray.

’Tis mercy all that Thou has brought
My mind to seek its peace in Thee;
Yet while I seek, but find Thee not,
No peace my wandering soul shall see.
O when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to Theeward tend?

Is there a thing beneath the sun
That strives with Thee my heart to share?
Ah, tear it thence and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there;
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repose in Thee.

O hide this self from me, that I
No more, but Christ in me, may live!
My vile affections crucify,
Nor let one darling lust survive
In all things nothing may I see,
Nothing desire or seek, but Thee!

O Love, Thy sovereign aid impart
To save me from low thoughted care;
Chase this self will from all my heart,
From all its hidden mazes there;
Make me Thy duteous child that I
Ceaseless may “Abba, Father” cry.

Ah no! ne’er will I backward turn:
Thine wholly, Thine alone I am!
Thrice happy he who views with scorn
Earth’s toys, for Thee his constant Flame;
O help that I may never move
From the blest footsteps of Thy love!

Each moment draw from earth away
My heart that lowly waits Thy call;
Speak to my inmost soul and say,
“I am thy love, thy God, thy all!”
To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice,
To taste Thy love, be all my choice.