Awake, my soul, awake my tongue,

My God demands the grateful song;

Let all my inmost powers record

The wondrous mercy of the Lord.

2 Divinely free his mercy flows,

Forgives my sins, allays my woes,

And bids approaching death remove,

And crowns me with indulgent love.

3 His mercy, with unchanging rays,

Forever shines, while time decays;

And children's children shall record

The truth and goodness of the Lord.

4 While all his works his praise proclaim

And men and angels bless his name,

Oh, let my heart, my life, my tongue

Attend, and join the blissful song!

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;

Praise him, all creatures here below;

Praise him above, ye heavenly host;

Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

Lord of all being! throned afar,

Thy glory flames from sun and star;

Center and soul of ev'ry sphere,

Yet to each loving heart how near!

2 Sun of our life! thy quick'ning ray

Sheds on our path the glow of day;

Star of our hope! thy softened light

Cheers the long watches of the night.

3 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn;

Our noontide is thy gracious dawn;

Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign;

All, save the clouds of sin, are thine.

4 Grant us thy truth to make us free,

And kindling hearts that burnt for thee,

Till all thy living altars claim

One holy light, one heavenly flame.

Come, oh, my soul, in sacred lays,

Attempt thy great Creator's praise;

But oh! what tongue can speak his fame?

What mortal verse can reach the theme?

2 Enthroned amidst the radiant spheres,

He glory like a garment wears;

To form a robe of light divine,

Ten thousand suns around him shine.

3 In all our Master's grand designs,

Omnipotence with wisdom shines;

His works, through all this wondrous frame,

Bear the great impress of his name.

4 Raised on Devotion's lofty wing,

Do thou, my soul! his glories sing;

And let his praise employ thy tongue,

Till listening worlds applaud the song.

God of my life! through all my days

My grateful powers shall sound my praise;

The song shall wake with opening light,

And warble to the silent night.

2 When anxious cares would break my rest,

And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,

Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,

Shall check the murmur and the sigh.

3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,

And all its powers of language fail,

Joy thro' my swimming eyes shall break,

And mean the thanks I cannot speak.

4 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains,

Which echo o'er the heavenly plains,

And emulate, with joy unknown,

The growing seraphs round thy throne.

Oh, render thanks to God above,

The fountain of eternal love;

Whose mercy firm, through ages past,

Hath stood, and shall forever last.

2 Who can his mighty deeds express,

Not only vast--but numberless?

What mortal eloquence can raise

His tribute of immortal praise?

3 Extend to me that favor, Lord,

Thou to thy chosen dost afford;

When thou return'st to set them free.

Let thy salvation visit me.

Now to the Lord, a noble song!

Awake, my soul! awake, my tongue,

Hosanna to th' eternal name,

And all his boundless love proclaim.

2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,--

The brightest image of his grace!

God, in the person of his Son,

Has all his mightiest works outdone.

3 Grace!--'tis a sweet, a charming theme;

My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name:

Ye angels! dwell upon the sound;

Ye heavens! reflect it to the ground.

4 Oh! may I live to reach the place,

Where he unveils his lovely face,

Where all his beauties you behold,

And sing his name to harps of gold.

My God! my King! thy various praise

Shall fill the remnant of my days;

Thy grace employ my humble tongue,

Till death and glory raise the song.

2 The wings of every hour shall bear

Some thankful tribute to thine ear;

And every setting sun shall see

New works of duty, done for thee.

3 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?

Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;

Vast and unsearchable thy ways--

Vast and immortal be thy praise.