Awake, My Zeal, Awake, My Love

Verse 1

Awake, my zeal, awake, my love,
To serve my Saviour here below,
In works which perfect saints above
And holy angels cannot do.

Verse 2

Awake my charity, to feed
The hungry soul, and clothe the poor:
In heaven are found no sons of need,
There all these duties are no more.

Verse 3

Subdue thy passions, O my soul!
Maintain the fight, thy work pursue,
Daily thy rising sins control,
And be thy victories ever new.

Verse 4

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.

Verse 5

Let every flying hour confess
I gain thy gospel fresh renown;
And when my life and labour cease,
May I possess the promis’d crown.