Be thou, O God exalted high; And as Your glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth displayed, Till You are here, as there, obeyed.
O God, my heart is fixed; ‘tis bent Its thankful tribute to present;
And, with my heart, my voice I'll raise To You, my God, in songs of praise.
Awake, my glory; harp and lute, No longer let your strings be mute;
And I, my tuneful part to take, Will with the early dawn awake.
Your praises, Lord, I will resound To all the listening nations round;
Your mercy highest heaven transcends; Your truth beyond the clouds extends.