AWAKE, my soul, and rise

How gloriously fulfilled Is that most ancient plan, Contrived in the eternal Mind Before the world began!

Here depths of wisdom shine Which angels cannot trace; The highest rank of cherubim Still lost in wonder gaze.

Here free salvation reigns, And carries all before, And this shall for the guilty race Be refuge evermore.

Now hell in all her strength, Her rage and boasted sway, Can never snatch a wandering sheep From Jesus’ arms away.