108 | Psalm 108 | SM | |
MY heart is fixed, O God, A grateful song I raise, Awake, my heart, in joyful strains, Awake, my soul, to praise. |
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2 | Among the nations, Lord, To Thee my song shall rise; Thy Truth is high above the heavens, Thy mercies reach the skies. |
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3 | Stretch forth Thy mighty hand In answer to our prayer, And let Thine own belovèd ones Thy great salvation share. |
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4 | The holy God has said, ‘All lands shall own My sway; My people shall My glory tell, The heathen shall obey.’ |
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5 | 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? |
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6 | The help of man is vain, Be Thou our helper, Lord; Through Thee we shall do valiantly, If Thou Thine aid afford. |
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The Psalter, 1912 |