Text: | A Song of Praise |
1 Awake, my soul, to sound his praise,
Awake my harp to sing;
Join all my powers the song to raise,
And morning incense bring.
2 Among the people of his care,
And thro' the nations round;
Glad songs of praise will I prepare,
And there his name resound.
3 Be thou exalted, O my God,
Above the starry train;
Diffuse thy heavenly grace abroad,
And teach the world thy reign.
4 So shall thy chosen sons rejoice,
And throng thy courts above;
While sinners hear thy pardoning voice,
And taste redeeming love.
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First Line: | Awake, my soul, to sound his praise |
Title: | A Song of Praise |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1787 |
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