KenH
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A hymn written by Isaac Watts. (in common meter)
Isaiah 61:10 I will greatly rejoice in the LORD, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me with the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decketh himself with ornaments, and as a bride adorneth herself with her jewels.
"The Heavenly Robe"
1. Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue,
Prepare a tuneful voice:
In God, the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice.
2. 'Tis He adorn'd my naked soul,
And made salvation mine;
Upon a poor, polluted worm
He makes His graces shine.
3. And, lest the shadow of a spot
Should on my soul be found,
He took the robe the Saviour wrought,
And cast it all around.
4. How far the heavenly robe exceeds
What earthly princes wear;
These ornaments, how bright they shine;
How white the garments are.
5. The Spirit wrought my faith and love,
And hope, and every grace:
But Jesus spent His life to work
The robe of righteousness.
6. Strangely, my soul, art thou array'd
By the great sacred Three:
In sweetest harmony of praise
Let all thy powers agree.
			
			Isaiah 61:10 I will greatly rejoice in the LORD, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me with the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decketh himself with ornaments, and as a bride adorneth herself with her jewels.
"The Heavenly Robe"
1. Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue,
Prepare a tuneful voice:
In God, the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice.
2. 'Tis He adorn'd my naked soul,
And made salvation mine;
Upon a poor, polluted worm
He makes His graces shine.
3. And, lest the shadow of a spot
Should on my soul be found,
He took the robe the Saviour wrought,
And cast it all around.
4. How far the heavenly robe exceeds
What earthly princes wear;
These ornaments, how bright they shine;
How white the garments are.
5. The Spirit wrought my faith and love,
And hope, and every grace:
But Jesus spent His life to work
The robe of righteousness.
6. Strangely, my soul, art thou array'd
By the great sacred Three:
In sweetest harmony of praise
Let all thy powers agree.