Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee and hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity.
While life’s dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, be Thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, wipe sorrow’s tears away, Nor let me ever stray from Thee aside.
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Alas! and did my Savior bleed, and did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head for such a worm as I?
Abide with me, fast falls the eventide; the darkness deepens, Lord with me abide.
Holy Ghost, with light divine, shine upon this heart of mine. Chase the shade of night away, turn my darkness into day.
Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to Thy bosom fly
This hymn was written by the great hymnist Charles Wesley, who wrote over 8,000 hymns. His brother John Wesley is known as the father of Methodism.
This hymn was first written by a German woman, translated by a Scottish woman a century later, then a Welsh professor set the words to a national tune by a Finnish man. Four nationalities and 175 years brewed the song which we know and love today.
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!
On Christ the solid rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand.