MY heart is fixed, O God, A grateful song I raise, Awake, my heart, in joyful strains, Awake, my soul, to praise.
Among the nations, Lord, To Thee my song shall rise; Thy Truth is high above the heavens, Thy mercies reach the skies.
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 tell, The heathen shall obey.’
O who will lead our cause, To triumph o’er the foe, If Thou wilt not stay near us, Lord, 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.
The Psalter, 1912