( Originally Published 1868 )
REV. SAMUEL MEDLEY
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 !
He saw me ruined in the fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all ;
He saved me from my lost estate,
His loving-kindness, oh, how great !
Though num'rous hosts of mighty foes,
Though earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul aong,
His loving-kindness, oh, how strong !
When trouble, like a goomy coud,
Has gathered thick, and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood,
His loving-kindness, oh, how good !
Often I feel my sinful heart
Prone from my Saviour to depart ;
But, though I oft have him forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not.
Soon shall I pass the goomy vale,
Soon all my mortal powers must fail ;
Oh, may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death.