The Book of Worship ‎#205

205. My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?

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.

2 The little ants, for one poor grain,
Labor, and toil, and strive;
Yet we who have a heaven t' obtain,
How negligent we live!

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

4 We, for whom God the Son came down,
And labored for our good--
How careless to secure that crown
He purchased with His blood.

5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still!
And never act our parts?
Come, holy Dove, from the heavenly hill,
Renew and warm our hearts.

6 Then shall our active spirits move,
Upwards our souls shall rise;
With hands of faith and wings of faith,
We'll fly and take the prize.

Text Information

• First Line: My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1867
• Topic: Self-Consecration

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