118. Awake, Each Saint, in Joyful Lays

L.M.
by Medley, 1785
1
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!
2
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!
3
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!
4
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!
5
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.