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. |