Awake, My Heart; Arise, My Tongue

Awake

my heart; arise

my tongue

Prepare a tune­ful voice;

In God

the life of all my joys

Aloud will I re­joice.

’Tis He adorned my nak­ed soul

And made sal­va­tion mine;

Upon a poor pol­lut­ed worm

He makes His grac­es shine.

And lest the sha­dow of a spot

Should on my soul be found

He took the robe the Sav­ior wrought

And cast it all around.

How far the heav’n­ly robe ex­ceeds

What earth­ly princ­es wear!

These or­na­ments

how bright they shine!

How white the gar­ments are!

The Spir­it wrought my faith

and love

And hope

and ev­ery grace;

But Je­sus spent His life to work

The robe of right­eous­ness.

Strangely

my soul

art thou ar­rayed

By the great Sac­red Three!

In sweet­est har­mo­ny of praise

Let all thy pow­ers agree.