1 Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue, Prepare a tuneful voice, In God the life of all my joys, Aloud will I rejoice.
2 'Tis he adorn'd my naked soul, And made salvation mine, Upon a poor polluted worm He makes his graces shine.
3 And lest the shadow of a spot Should on my soul be found, He took the robe the Saviour wrought, And cast it all around.
4 How far the heavenly robe exceeds What earthly princes wear! These ornaments, how bright they shine! How white the garments are!
5 The Spirit wrought my faith and love, And hope, and every grace; But Jesus spent his life to work The robe of righteousness.
6 Strangely, my soul, art thou array'd By the great sacred Three: In sweetest harmony of praise Let all thy powers agree.