Return my soul, the spirit to thee calleth
With arms outstretched, His mercy He extends
For none can come, except the Father draw him
Return, my soul, return, my soul

Rejoice, my soul, salvation is provided
A spotless Lamb was slain and once for all
His sinless blood has satisfied the Father
Rejoice, my soul, rejoice, my soul

Be still, my soul, and let His power fill thee
His cross to take, His burden gladly bear
For those who wait will run and not be weary
Be still, my soul, be still, my soul

Arise, my soul, to meet the King of glory
Who cometh soon in clouds to claim His own
Lift up your voice to praise Him at His coming
Arise, my soul, arise, my soul

Oh, praise the Lord, praise the Lord
Praise the Lord, my soul