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Awake my Soul, with all thy Pow'rs record,
In lofty Strains, the Praises of the Lord;
To him be everlasting Honour giv'n,
Who shines in all the Majesty of Heav'n.
Eternal! with essential Splendor bright,
En-rob'd in Veils of un-approached Light;
Who can endure the strong effulgent Rays,
That ceaseless from the glorious Godhead blaze!
From him the Skies their first Existence found,
Which, Curtain-like expand their Folds around;
Descending now he rests upon the Deeps,
And now the Clouds with passing Glory sweeps:
Submissive Winds receive him on their Wings,
And fly triumphant with the King of Kings.