Awake, my soul, in joyful lays

Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; He justly claims a song from thee; His loving-kindness—O how 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 trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul has ever stood; His loving-kindness—O how good!

Soon shall we mount and soar away To the bright realms of endless day, And sing, with rapture and surprise, His loving-kindness, in the skies.