I want to sing, to you I want to sing;
awake, awake my heart,
awake, harp and zither!
Have mercy on me, have mercy on me, O God;
in you my soul takes refuge.
I take refuge in the shadow of your wings
until the danger is over.
I want to sing…
I call on God, I call on God the most high,
to God who has done great things for me;
may he send from heaven and save me
from the hands of my enemies.
I want to sing…
I lie as in the midst of lions,
lions who devour men;
their teeth are spears and arrows,
their tongues sharpened swords.
I want to sing…
Have mercy on me, have mercy on me, O God,
they laid a net for my feet,
they dug a pit for me
but fell into it themselves.
I want to sing…
My heart is ready, my heart is ready, O God,
to you I will sing praises;
awake lyre and harp,
I will awake the dawn!
I want to sing…
I will praise you, Lord, among the peoples,
to you I will sing hymns among the nations;
for your love is higher than the heavens,
your faithfulness reaches the clouds.
I want to sing…

Exult, you just, in the Lord;
praise is fitting for the Saints.
Give thanks to the Lord with the lyre,
sing to him with the ten-stringed harp.
Sing a new song to the Lord,
play the lyre with skill
and acclaim him;
for the Word of the Lord is right,
all his works are truth.
In him are righteousness and justice,
the earth is full of his love.
Exult, you just, in the Lord…
The word of the Lord made the heavens,
the breath of his mouth,
all his hosts.
He brings to nothing the designs of the nations
and defeats the plans of the peoples.
But the plan of the Lord,
the plan of the Lord stands for ever.
Exult, you just, in the Lord…