AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays, And sing your great Redeemer’s praise; He justly claims a song from me; His lovingkindness, O how free!
He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me notwithstanding all; He saved me from my lost estate; His lovingkindness, O how great!
Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, Though earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along; His lovingkindness, O how strong!
When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul has always stood; His lovingkindness, O how good!
Often I feel my sinful heart Prone from my Jesus to depart; But, though I have Him oft forgot, His lovingkindness changes not.
Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, Soon all my mortal powers must fail; O may my last expiring breath His lovingkindness sing in death.
Then let me rise and soar away To the bright world of endless day, And sing with rapture and surprise, His lovingkindness in the skies.
Samuel Medley, 1738-99