AWAKE, my soul, and rise
    Amazed, and yonder see,
How hangs the mighty Saviour God,
    Upon a cursèd tree!
2      How gloriously fulfilled
    Is that most ancient plan,
Contrived in the eternal Mind
    Before the world began!
3      Here depths of wisdom shine
    Which angels cannot trace;
The highest rank of cherubim
    Still lost in wonder gaze.
4      Here free salvation reigns,
    And carries all before,
And this shall for the guilty race
    Be refuge evermore.
5      Now hell in all her strength,
    Her rage and boasted sway,
Can never snatch a wandering sheep
    From Jesus’ arms away.
William Williams, 1717-91