432 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays

1 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; He justly claims a song from thee, His lovingkindness, O how free! 2 He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me notwithstanding all; He saved me from my lost estate, His lovingkindness, O how great! 3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes; Though earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along. His lovingkindness, O how strong! 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul has always stood, His lovingkindness, O how good! 5 Often I feel my sinful heart, Prone from my Savior to depart; But though I oft have Him forgot, His lovingkindness changes not. 6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, Soon all my mortal powers must fail; O may my last expiring breath His lovingkindness praise in death.