1 Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing,
Th' ascended savior's love:
Sing how he lives to carry on
His people's cause above.

2 With cries and tears he offer'd up
His humble suit below;
But with authority he asks,
Enthron'd in glory now.

3 For all that come to God by him,
Salvation he demands;
Points to their names upon his breast,
And spreads his wounded hands.

4 His sweet atoning sacrifice,
Gives sanction to his claim:
"Father, I will that all my saints
"Be with me where I am:

5 "By their salvation, recompense
"Th sorrows I endur'd;
"Just to the merits of thy son,
"And faithful to thy word."

6 Eternal life, at his request,
To every saint is given:
Safety on Earth, and, after death,
The plenitude of heaven.

7 [Founded on right, thy prayer avails,
The father smiles on thee;
And now thou in thy kingdom art,
Dear Lord, remember me.

8 Let the much incense of thy prayer
In my behalf ascend;
And as its virtue, so my praise,
Shall never never end.]