Awake, my soul, in joyful lays

1 Awake, my soul, to joyful lays,
And sing Thy great Redeemer’s praise,
He justly claims a song from me--
His loving-kindness, O how free!

2 He saw me ruined in the fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all,
He saved me from my lost estate--
His loving-kindness, O how great!

3 When I was Satan's easy prey,
And deep in debt and bondage lay,
He paid His life for my discharge--
His loving-kindness, O how large!

4 Though numerous hosts of cruel foes,
Though earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along--
His loving-kindness, O how strong!

5 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood--
His loving-kindness, O how good!

6 When earthly friends forsake me quite,
And I have neither skill nor might,
He's sure my Helper to appear--
His loving-kindness, O how near!

7 Often I feel my sinful heart
Prone from my Jesus to depart;
But though I have Him oft forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not.

8 When I shall pass death's gloomy vale,
And all my mortal power must fail;
O may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death!