1 Awake my zeal, awake my love,
And serve my Saviour here below,
In works which all the saints above,
Which holy angels cannot do.
2 My faith and hope may see the Lord,
Though veils of darkness lie between;
Hope shall rest firm upon his word,
And faith rejoice in things unseen.
3 Awake my charity, and feed
The hungry soul and clothe the poor;
In heav'n are found no sons in need,
There all these duties are no more.
4 Subdue thy passions, O my soul
Maintain the fight, the work pursue,
Daily thy rising sins controul,
And be thy vict'ries ever new.
5 The land of triumph lies on high,
There are no fields of battle there,
Lord I would conquer till I die,
And finish all the glorious war.
6 Let every flying hour confess
I gain thy gospel fresh renown;
And when my life and labours cease,
May I possess the promis'd crown.
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