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1 Awake, my soul in joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise,
He justly claims a song from thee,--
His loving-kindness, oh, how free!
2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all;
He saved me from my lost estate,--
His loving-kindness, oh, how great!
3 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gather'd thick and thunder'd loud,
He near my soul has always stood,--
His loving-kindness, oh, how good!
4 Often I feel my sinful heart
Prone from my Saviour to depart;
But though I oft have him forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not.
5 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,
Soon all my mortal powers must fail,
Oh! may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death.
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First Line: | Awake, my soul in joyful lays |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Notes: | Tune for 49 in "American Sunday School Hymn Book" (ASS1860a). [Tune, p. 136] |