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XXXIV. Awake my heart, arise my tongue

1 Awake my heart, arise my tongue,
Prepare a tuneful voice,
In God, the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice.

2 'Tis he adorn'd my naked soul,
And made salvation mine;
Upon a poor, polluted worm
He makes his graces shine.

3 And lest the shadow of a spot,
Should on my soul be found,
He took the robe the Saviour wrought,
And cast it all around.

4 How far that Heav'nly robe exceeds
What earthly Princes wear!
These ornaments, how bright they shine!
How white the garments are!

5 The spirit wrought my faith and love,
And hope, and ev'ry grace;
But Jesus spent his life to work,
The robe of righteousness.

6 Strangely my soul art thou array'd
By the great sacred three!
In sweetest harmony of praise,
Let all my pow'rs agree.

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First Line: Awake my heart, arise my tongue
Language: English
Publication Date: 1801
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