English poem
Four Hyms by another Hand. Suited to the holy Sabbath, and to be sung in Families, HYMN II
by Andrew Gray (1847–1925)
Awake my Soul, wake up and rise, Behold the breaking rending Skies, Proclaim our glorious Christ is near, With every Scourge, and Wound and Scar. We're not come forth this Day to see A Reed that's shaken like a Tree, With every blast of Wind or Storm, That can so weak a Thing alarm: But here the great Redeemer stands, With pierced Side and wounded Arms, With wounded Hands, and wounded Feet, With bloody Agonies and Sweat, Inviting all now to receive This precious Christ, this God of Love, Hark O my Soul! how loud he cries, Enough to rend the Azure Skies, Behold me now your dying Lord, Welcome the Joys I now afford, Justice aloud for Blood did cry, The Debt is paid your Lord did die. Behold me now, even me once more, So what for you I did endure, And all your lovely Christ demands Is kind Acceptance at your Hands.