My heart is fixed, O God, my heart
Is fixed to tri­umph in Thy grace:
Awake, my lute, and bear a part
My glo­ry is to sing Thy praise,
Till all Thy na­ture I par­take,
And bright in all Thine im­age wake.

Thee will I praise among Thine own;
Thee will I to the world ex­tol,
And make Thy truth and good­ness known:
Thy good­ness, Lord, is ov­er all;
Thy truth and grace the hea­vens trans­cend;
Thy faith­ful mer­cies ne­ver end.

Be Thou ex­alt­ed, Lord, above
The high­est name in earth or Hea­ven;
Let ang­els sing Thy glo­ri­ous love,
And bless the name to sin­ners giv­en;
All earth and Hea­ven their king pro­claim!
Bow ev­ery knee to Je­sus’ name!