118. Awake, Each Saint, in Joyful Lays

by Medley, 1785
Awake, each saint, in joyful lays,
To sing the great Redeemer's praise;
He justly claims a song from thee:
His loving-kindness, oh how free!
He saw us ruined in the fall,
Yet loved us notwithstanding all;
He saved us from our lost estate:
His loving-kindness, oh how great!
Though numerous hosts of mighty foes,
Though earth and hell our way oppose;
He safely leads His saints along:
His loving-kindness, oh how strong!
When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick, and thundered loud;
He with His church has always stood:
His loving-kindness, oh how good!
Soon shall we mount and soar away
To the bright realms of endless day,
And sing with rapture and surprise
His loving-kindness in the skies.