Awake! my lyre to nobler lays
For thou hast slumbered long,
Resound thy notes to Jesus’ praise,
To thee how new the song.
Sing of His advent here below,
Sing of His sorrows and His woe,
And how a Savior’s tears would flow,
In pity for the throng.

Thy praise has been unto the sun
That shines in splendor bright,
The glittering stars that twinkle on,
The crescent of the night.
Sing now of that bright rising sun.
The dayspring from on high, the One
Who ope’d their eyes, the blind could run,
And shed on me the light.

Thy songs have been of Summers fair,
Autumnal beauties spread,
Of balmy breeze and scented air,
And Spring flowers ’neath the tread.
Sing now of beauty that adorns,
More than the flowers of many morns,
The head of Him once crowned with thorns,
Whose blood for me was shed.

Thou oft has sun o’er loves ones dead,
Who slumber cold and low,
Thy mournful notes to one whose head
Rests where the billows flow.
This more than friend has meekly died,
By wicked hands was crucified,
A stream out from His wounded side,
Did for me freely flow.

Author: C.

Signs of the Times
Volume 27, Number 24; December 15, 1859

Below are the songs that were made from the poem using AI. They are identified
by the genre of the music in paranthesis.