Come, O my soul, my ev­ery pow­er awak­ing,
Look unto Him whose good­ness crowns thy days;
While into song an­gel­ic choirs are break­ing,
O let thy voice its thank­ful tri­bute bring.

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Tell how alone the path of death He trod;
Tell how He lives, thine ad­vo­cate with God;
Lift up thy voice, while Heav’n’s tri­um­phant throng,
Swell at His feet the ev­er­last­ing song.

Think, O my soul, now pa­tient­ly He sought thee,
Far, far away up­on the mount­ain steep;
Then in His arms how ten­der­ly He brought thee,
Home to His fold, a wea­ry, wan­d’ring sheep.

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Sing, O my soul, and let thy pure de­vo­tion
Rise to His throne, thy Sav­ior, friend, and guide;
Sing of His love that, like a migh­ty ocean,
Flows un­to thee, and all the world be­side.

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Soon, O my soul, thine earth­ly house for­sak­ing,
Soon shalt thou rise the bet­ter world to see;
Then will thy harp, a nob­ler strain awak­ing,
Praise Him who died to pur­chase life for thee.

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