Awake, my soul, to joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving kindness, oh, 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, oh, 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, oh, 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, oh, how good!
S. Medley, 1787.