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.