With all my heart I’ll praise Thy name,
Before the gods Thy praise pro­claim;
I’ll wor­ship in Thy holy place,
And praise Thee for Thy truth and grace.

For Thou o’er all Thy name, O Lord,
Hast mag­ni­fied Thy faith­ful word;
Thou didst me an­swer when I cried,
Thou hast my soul with strength sup­plied.

All kings of earth shall give Thee praise,
When from Thy mouth they learn Thy ways;
They in Je­ho­vah’s ways shall sing,
For great in glo­ry is our king.

The Lord, though high, re­spects the low;
But He the proud far off doth know;
Though waves of trou­ble round me roll,
Thou, Lord, wilt yet re­vive my soul.

My foes en­raged, my way with­stand;
Against them Thou wilt stretch Thy hand,
Thine own right hand shall set me free,
And per­fect make Thy work for me.

O Lord, Thy mer­cy ne­ver ends,
Throughout all ag­es it ex­tends,
Then on Thy ser­vant pi­ty take,
Thine own hands’ works do not for­sake.