With My Whole Heart I’ll Raise My Song

With my whole heart I’ll raise my song

Thy won­ders I’ll pro­claim;

Thou

sov­er­eign Judge of right and wrong

Wilt put my foes to shame.

I’ll sing Thy ma­jes­ty and grace;

My God pre­pares His throne

To judge the world in right­eous­ness

And make His ven­geance known.

Then shall the Lord a re­fuge prove

For all the poor op­pressed;

To save the peo­ple of His love

And give the wea­ry rest.

The men that know Thy name will trust

In Thy abun­dant grace;

For Thou hast ne’er for­sook the just

Who hum­bly seek Thy face.

Sing prais­es to the right­eous Lord

Who dwells on Zi­on’s hill

Who exe­cutes His threat­en­ing word

And doth His grace ful­fill.