Hymn 107 — Awake, each saint, in joyful lays,
| 107 | S. MEDLEY (1738-1799) | L.M. |
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Awake, each saint, in joyful lays, To sing the great Redeemer's praise; He justly claims a song from thee: His loving kindness, O how free! | |
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He saw us ruined in the fall, Yet loved us notwithstanding all; He saved us from our lost estate: His loving kindness, O how great! | |
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Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, Though earth and hell our way oppose, He safely leads His saints along: His loving kindness, O how strong! | |
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When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud. He by His church has always stood: His loving kindness, O how good! | |
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Soon He will call us hence away To the bright realms of endless day; There shall we with Himself above His loving kindness ever prove. | |