Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 O God, my heart is fully bent to magnify thy Name; My tongue with cheerful songs of praise shall celebrate thy fame. 2 Awake, my lute, nor thou, my harp Thy warbling notes delay Whilst I with early hymns of joy present the dawning day. 3 To all the list'ning tribes, O Lord, thy wonders I will tell; And to those nations sing thy praise, that round about us dwell. 4 Because thy mercy's boundless height the highest heav'n transcends, And far beyond th' aspiring clouds thy faithful truth extends. 5 Be thou, O God, exalted high above the starry frame; And let the earth, with one consent, confess thy glorious Name. 6 That all thy chosen people thee their Savior may declare: Let thy right hand protect me still, and answer thou my pray'r. 7 Since God himself has said the word, whose promise cannot fail With joy I Shechem shall divide, and measure Succoth's vale. 8 Gilead is mine, Manasseh too, and Ephriam owns my cause: Their strength my regal pow'r supports, and Judah gives my laws. 9 Moab I'll make my servile drunge, on vanquished Edom tread; And through the proud Philistine lands my conqu'ring banners spread. 10 By whose support and aid shall I their well-fenced city gain? Who will my troops securely lead through Edom's guarded plain? 11 Lord, wilt not thou assist our arms, which late thou didst forsake? And wilt not thou of these our hosts once more the guidance take? 12 O, to thy servants in distress thy speedy succor send; For vain it is on human aid for safety to depend. 13 then valiant acts shall we perform, if thou thy pow'r disclose; For God it is, and God alone, that treads down all our foes.