Awake, my soul! to sound His praise,
Awake my harp to sing;
Join, all my pow’rs the song to raise,
And morn­ing in­cense bring.

Among the peo­ple of his care,
And thro’ the na­tions round,
Glad songs of praise will I pre­pare,
And there his name re­sound.

Be Thou ex­alt­ed, O my God!
Above the star­ry train;
Diffuse Thy heav’n­ly grace abroad,
And teach the world Thy reign.

So shall Thy chos­en sons re­joice,
And throng Thy courts above;
While sin­ners hear Thy par­don­ing voice,
And taste re­deem­ing love.