Awake, My Zeal; Awake, My Love

Awake

my zeal; awake

my love

To serve my Sav­ior here be­low

In works which per­fect saints ab­ove

And ho­ly an­gels cannot do.

Awake

my char­ity

to feed

The hun­gry soul

and clothe the poor;

In Heav’n are found no sons of need

There all these du­ties are no more.

Subdue thy pas­sions

O my soul!

Maintain the fight

thy work pur­sue

Daily thy ris­ing sins con­trol

And be thy vic­to­ries ev­er new.

The land of tri­umph lies on high

There are no foes t’en­coun­ter there;

Lord

I would con­quer till I die

And fin­ish all the glo­ri­ous war.

Let ev­ery fly­ing hour con­fess

I gain Thy Gos­pel fresh re­nown;

And when my life and la­bors cease

May I pos­sess the pro­mised crown!