Arise, my soul, my joy­ful pow­ers,
And tri­umph in my God;
Awake, my voice, and loud pro­claim
His glo­ri­ous grace abroad.

He raised me from the deeps of sin,
The gates of gap­ing hell,
And fixed my stand­ing more se­cure
Than ’twas be­fore I fell.

The arms of ev­er­last­ing love
Beneath my soul He placed;
And on the Rock of Ag­es set
My slip­pe­ry foot­steps fast.

The city of my blessed ab­ode
Is walled around with grace,
Salvation for a bul­wark stands
To shield the sac­red place.

Satan may vent his sharp­est spite,
And all his le­gions roar;
Almighty mer­cy guards my life,
And bounds his rag­ing pow­er.

Arise, my soul; awake, my voice,
And tunes of plea­sure sing;
Loud hal­le­lu­jahs shall ad­dress
My Sav­ior and my king.