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Awake, my soul! to sound His praise,
Awake my harp to sing;
Join, all my powrs the song to raise,
And morning incense bring.
Among the people of his care,
And thro the nations round,
Glad sons of praise will I prepare,
And there his name resound.
Be Thou exalted, O my God!
Above the starry train;
Diffuse Thy heavnly grace abroad,
And teach the world Thy reign.
So shall Thy chosen sons rejoice,
And throng Thy courts above;
While sinners hear Thy pardning voice,
And taste redeeming love.
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