Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue,
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Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue,Prepare a tuneful voice;In God, the life of all my joys,Aloud will I rejoice.
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'Tis he adorned my naked soul,And made salvation mine;Upon a poor, polluted wormHe makes his graces shine.
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And lest the shadow of a spotShould on my soul be found,He took the robe the Saviour wrought,And cast it all around.
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How far that heavenly robe excelsWhat earthly princes wear!These ornaments, how bright they shine!How white the garments are!
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The Spirit wrought my faith and loveAnd hope, and every grace;But Jesus spent his life to workThe robe of righteousness.