Awake, my soul, to joyful lays,

And sing the great Redeemer’s praise;

He justly claims a song from me,

His loving kindness, O how free!

2 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.

3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes,

Though earth and hell, my way oppose,

He safely leads my soul along,

His loving kindness, O how strong!

4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,

Has gathered thick and thundered loud,

He near my soul has always stood,

His loving kindness, O how good!

5 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,

Soon all my mortal powers must fail;

O may my last expiring breath

His loving kindness sing in death!

6 Then let me mount and soar away

To the bright world of endless day,

And sing with rapture and surprise,

His loving kindness in the skies!