Raise My Soul to Heaven

Not all the noble works on earth,

Nor the law that God has given,

Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth,

Can raise my soul to heaven.

The sovereign will of God alone

Creates us heirs of grace

Born in the image of his Son,

A new, peculiar race.

I know that my Redeemer lives, And though my body dies

My Savior watches all my dust, Till he shall bid it rise.

This blessed hope we ever owe To Jesus' dying love;

We would adore his grace below, And sing his power above.

The Spirit, like some heav'nly wind,

Blows on the sons of flesh,

Regenerates the soul and mind,

And forms the man afresh.

Our quickened souls awake, and rise

From the long sleep of death;

On heav'nly things we fix our eyes,

And praise employs our breath.

Oh raise my soul to heaven Lord Your gates are opened wide

I have believed your more sure Word So with me You’ll abide

I know that my Redeemer lives, And though my body dies

My Savior watches all my dust, Till he shall bid it rise.

This blessed hope we ever owe To Jesus' dying love;

We would adore his grace below, And sing his power above.

Anthony Foster

After Isaac Watts

July 7, 2018