Awake, My Soul! To Sound His Praise

Awake, my soul! to sound His praise,

Awake my harp to sing;

Join, all my pow'rs the song to raise,

And morning incense bring.

Among the people of his care,

And thro' the nations round,

Glad sons of praise will I prepare,

And there his name resound.

Be Thou exalted, O my God!

Above the starry train;

Diffuse Thy heav'nly grace abroad,

And teach the world Thy reign.

So shall Thy chosen sons rejoice,

And throng Thy courts above;

While sinners hear Thy pard'ning voice,

And taste redeeming love.