I.
To Thee, my Lord, I lift the Song,
Awake, my tuneful Pow'rs:
In constant Praise my grateful Tongue
Shall fill my foll'wing Hours.

II.
Guilty, condemn'd, undone I stood:
I bid my GOD depart:
He took my Sins, and paid his Blood,
And turn'd this wand'ring Heart.

III.
Death, the grim Tyrant, seiz'd my Frame,
Vile, loathsome and accurst:
His Breath renews the vital Flame,
And Glories change the Dust.

IV.
Now, Saviour, shall thy Praise commence;
My Soul by Thee brought Home,
And ev'ry Member, ev'ry Sense,
Recover'd from the Tomb.

V.
To Thee my Reason I submit,
My Love, my Mem'ry, Lord,
My Eyes to read, my Hands to write,
My Lips to preach thy Word.