881. Treasure in Heaven

1 Lukewarm souls, the foe grows stronger,
See what hosts your camp surround!
Arm to battle; lag no longer.
Hark! The silver trumpets sound,
Wake, ye sleepers, wake! What mean you?
Sin besets you round about.
Up, and search, the world's within you:
Slay, or chase the traitor out.

2 What enchants you? pelf or pleasure?
Pluck right eyes; with right hands part;
Ask your conscience where’s your treasure,
For be certain there‘s your heart.
Give the fawning foe no credit!
Lo! the bloody flag‘s unfurl'd.
That base heart, the word has said it,
Loves not God, that loves the world.

3 God and Mammon? O be wiser!
Serve them both? It cannot be.
Ease in warfare, saint and miser,
These will never well agree.
Shun the shame of foully falling;
Cumber'd captives clogg'd with clay,
Prove your faith; make sure your calling;
Wield the sword, and win the day.

4 Forward press toward perfection;
Watch, and pray, and all things prove.
Seek to know your God’s election;
Search his everlasting love;
Dread backsliding, scorn dissembling,
Now salvation’s near in view;
Work it out, with fear and trembling;
‘Tis your God that works in you.

Text Information
First Line: Lukewarm souls, the foe grows stronger
Title: Treasure in Heaven
Author: Hart
Meter: 8.7.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1844
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