Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue, My God demands the grateful song

Verse 1

Awake, my soul! Awake, my tongue! My God demands the grateful song; Let all my inmost pow'rs record The wond'rous goodness of the Lord!

Verse 2

Divinely free his mercy flows, Forgives my sins, allays my woes; And bids approaching death remove, And crowns me with a father's love.

Verse 3

My youth, decay'd, his pow'r repairs; His hand sustains my growing years; He satisfies my mouth with food, And feeds my soul with heav'nly good.

Verse 4

His mercy with unchanging rays Forever shines, while time decays; And children's children shall record The truth and goodness of the Lord.

Verse 5

While all his works his praise proclaim, And men and angels bless his name, O let my heart, my life, my tongue, Attend, and join the sacred song!