Awake, my soul, to joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer’s praise;
He justly claims a song from me;
His loving-kindness is so free!
He saw me ruined in the fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all;
He saved me from my lost estate;
His loving-kindness, O how great!
When I was Satan’s easy prey,
And deep and debt and bondage lay,
He paid His life for my discharge;
His loving-kindness is so large.
Thro’ mighty hosts of cruel foes,
Where earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along;
His loving-kindness is so strong!
When earthly friends forsake me quite,
And I have neither skill nor might,
He’s sure my helper to appear;
His loving-kindness is so near.
Often I feel my sinful heart
Prone from my Jesus to depart;
And tho’ I have Him oft forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not!
So, when I pass death’s gloomy vale,
And life and mortal pow’rs shall fail,
Oh may last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death
Then I shall mount and soar away
To the bright world of endless day;
Then shall I sing with sweet surprise
His loving-kindness in the skies.
There with their golden harps I’ll join,
And with their anthems mingle mine,
And loudly sound on every chord
The loving-kindness of the Lord.