351. Arm of the Lord, awake, awake

1 Arm of the Lord, awake, awake,
Thine own immortal strength put on;
With terror clothed, hell's kingdom shake,
And cast thy foes with fury down.

2 As in the ancient days, appear;
The sacred annals speak thy fame:
Be now omnipotently near,
To endless ages still the same.

3 Thy arm, Lord, is not shortened now,
It wants not now the power to save;
Still present with thy people, thou
Bear'st them through life's disparted wave.

4 By death and hell pursued in vain,
To thee the ransomed seed shall come;
Shouting their heavenly Zion gain,
And pass through death, triumphant, home.

5 The pain of life shall there be o'er,
The anguish and distracting care;
There sighing grief shall weep no more,
And sin shall never enter there.

6 Where pure, essential joy is found,
The Lord's redeemed their heads shall raise,
With everlasting goodness crowned,
And filled with love, and lost in praise.

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First Line: Arm of the Lord, awake, awake
Author: C. Wesley
Meter: L. M.
Publication Date: 1873
Scripture: ;
Topic: General Praise; Arm of the Lord
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