1
Awake, my soul, to joyful lays.
And sing thy 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
When I was Satan’s easy prey,
And deep in debt and bondage lay,
He paid His life for my discharge;
His loving-kindness, O how large!
4
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!
5
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!
6
So oft I feel my sinful heart
Prone from my Jesus to depart;
But though I have Him oft forget,
His loving-kindness changes not.
7
When I will pass death’s gloomy vale,
And all my mortal power must fail,
O may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death.