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<h2>AWAKE, MY HEART, WITH GLADNESS</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Having disarmed the powers and authorities, He made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them by the cross.” Colossians 2:15</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_g_e_gerhardt_p.jpg" alt="Paul Gerhardt (1607-1676)" width="130.666666666667" height="181.333333333333"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_g_e_gerhardt_p.html" target="_blank">Paul Gerhardt</a>, 1648 (<em>Auf, auf, mein Herz, mit Freuden</em>); translated from German to English by John Kelly, 1867, alt.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Auf, auf, mein Herz,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_r_cruger_j.html" target="_blank">Johann Crüger</a>, 1648 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_a_aufaufmh.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_c_r_cruger_j.jpg" alt="Johann Cr<43>ger (1598-1662)" width="117.333333333333" height="178"></td>
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<p>Awake, my heart, with gladness,<br>
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See what today is done;<br>
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Now, after gloom and sadness,<br>
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Comes forth the glorious Sun.<br>
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My Savior there was laid<br>
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Where our bed must be made<br>
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When to the realms of light<br>
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Our spirit wings its flight.</p>
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<p>The foe in triumph shouted<br>
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When Christ lay in the tomb;<br>
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But, lo, he now is routed,<br>
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His boast is turned to gloom.<br>
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For Christ again is free;<br>
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In glorious victory<br>
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He Who is strong to save<br>
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Has triumphed o’er the grave.</p>
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<p>This is a sight that gladdens;<br>
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What peace it doth impart!<br>
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Now nothing ever saddens<br>
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The joy within my heart.<br>
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No gloom shall ever shake,<br>
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No foe shall ever take,<br>
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The hope which God’s own Son<br>
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In love for me hath won.</p>
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<p>Now hell, its prince, the devil<br>
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Of all their powers are shorn;<br>
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Now I am safe from evil,<br>
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And sin I laugh to scorn.<br>
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Grim Death with all his might<br>
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Cannot my soul affright;<br>
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He is a powerless form,<br>
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Howe’er he rave and storm.</p>
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<p>The world against me rageth<br>
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Its fury I disdain;<br>
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Though bitter war it wageth<br>
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Its work is all in vain.<br>
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My heart from care is free,<br>
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No trouble troubles me.<br>
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Misfortune now is play<br>
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And night is bright as day.</p>
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<p>Now I will cling forever<br>
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To Christ, my Savior true;<br>
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My Lord will leave me never,<br>
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Whate’er He passeth through.<br>
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He rends Death’s iron chain,<br>
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He breaks through sin and pain,<br>
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He shatters hell’s dark thrall,<br>
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I follow Him through all.</p>
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<p>To halls of heavenly splendor<br>
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With Him I penetrate;<br>
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And trouble ne’er may hinder<br>
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Nor make me hesitate.<br>
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Let tempests rage at will,<br>
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My Savior shields me still;<br>
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He grants abiding peace<br>
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And bids all tumult cease.</p>
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<p>He brings me to the portal<br>
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That leads to bliss untold,<br>
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Whereon this rhyme immortal<br>
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Is found in script of gold:<br>
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“Who there My cross hath shared<br>
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Finds here a crown prepared;<br>
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Who there with Me hath died<br>
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Shall here be glorified.”</p>
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