1 Awake, awake, my sluggish soul,
Awake, and view the setting sun;
See how the shades of death advance,
Ere half the task of life is done.
2 Death!--'tis an awful, solemn sound;
Oh, let it wake the slumb'ring ear!
Apace the dreadful conqueror comes,
With all his pale companions near.
3 Thy drowsy eyes will soon be clos'd,--
These friendly warnings heard no more;
Soon will the nighty Judge approach,
E'en now he stands before the door.
4 To-day attend his gracious voice;
This is the summons that he sends:
"Awake,--for on this transient hour
Thy long eternity depends."
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First Line: | Awake, awake, my sluggish soul |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Holy Spirit: The certaintiy of death and Judgment; The night cometh |