P.CVIII. Awake, my soul, to sound his praise

1 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.

2 Among the people of his care,
And thro' the nations round;
Glad sons of praise will I prepare,
And there his name resound.

3 Be thou exalted, O my God,
Above the starry train;
Diffuse thy heav'nly grace abroad,
And teach the world thy reign.

4 So shall thy chosen sons rejoice,
And throng thy courts above;
While sinners hear thy pard'ning voice,
And taste redeeming love.

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First Line: Awake, my soul, to sound his praise
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1816
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Topic: A Song of Praise
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