Awake, my heart; arise, my tongue,
Prepare a tune­ful voice;
In God, the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I re­joice.

’Tis He adorned my nak­ed soul,
And made sal­va­tion mine;
Upon a poor pol­lut­ed worm
He makes His grac­es shine.

And lest the sha­dow of a spot
Should on my soul be found,
He took the robe the Sav­ior wrought,
And cast it all around.

How far the heav’n­ly robe ex­ceeds
What earth­ly princ­es wear!
These or­na­ments, how bright they shine!
How white the gar­ments are!

The Spir­it wrought my faith, and love,
And hope, and ev­ery grace;
But Je­sus spent His life to work
The robe of right­eous­ness.

Strangely, my soul, art thou ar­rayed
By the great Sac­red Three!
In sweet­est har­mo­ny of praise
Let all thy pow­ers agree.