1. A-wake, my soul, in joy-ful lays, And sing thy Great Redeemer's praise;

He just-ly claims a song from me: His loving-kindness, oh, how free!

Loving-kindness, loving-kindness, His lov - ing-kind

1. Lead, Kind-ly Light, amid th' encircling gloom, Lead thou me

Dykes.

on; The night is

Oh, Worship the King.

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Haydn.

1. Oh, worship the King all glo-rious a ·

bove; Oh, grate-ful-ly

sing his pow'r and his love! Our Shield and De- fender, the

Ancient of Days, Pa vil-ion'd in splendor and girded with praise.

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Majesty and Goodness of God.

2 Oh, tell of his might, oh, sing of his grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy, space!
His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is his path on the wings of the storm.

3 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plains,
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rains.

4 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail;
Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end!
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer and Friend.

Grant.

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