The Icelandic Canadian - 01.12.1955, Síða 1

WINTER 1955
The
Icelandic
Canadian
Awake my mind, awake my soul;
From ransomed lips let praise forth roll;
While heart and tongue as one prepare
The Master’s passion to declare.
For me He left His throne on high,
For me He yearned to come and die;
And I in turn should long to raise
To Christ my Lord a hymn of praise.
From the Icelandic of Hallgrimur P£tursson