O God, my heart is fixed, 'tis bent

Verse 1

O God, my heart is fix'd, 'tis bent, Its thankful tribute to present; And, with my heart, my voice I'll raise To Thee, my God, in songs of praise.

Verse 2

Awake, my glory; harp and lute, No longer let your strings be mute: And I, my tuneful part to take, Will with the early dawn awake.

Verse 3

Thy praises, Lord, I will resound To all the listening nations round: Thy mercy highest heaven transcends, Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.

Verse 4

Be Thou, O God, exalted high; And as Thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth displayed, Till Thou art here, as there, obeyed.