179b. Awake, my soul in joyful lays

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]
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