My Drowsy Powers, Why Sleep Ye So?

Verse 1

My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?
Awake, my sluggish soul!
Nothing has half thy work to do,
Yet nothing’s half so dull.

Verse 2

The little ants for one poor grain
Labour, and tug, and strive,
Yet we who have a heaven t’ obtain,
How negligent we live!

Verse 3

We for whose sake all nature stands
And stars their courses move;
We for whose guard the angel bands
Come flying from above;

Verse 4

We for whom God the Son came down,
And labour’d for our good,
How careless to secure that crown
He purchas’d with his blood!

Verse 5

Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,
And never act our parts?
Come, holy Dove, from th’ heavenly hill,
And sit and warm our hearts.

Verse 6

Then shall our active spirits move,
Upward our souls shall rise:
With hands of faith and wings of love
We’ll fly and take the prize.