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.