Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#410

410. 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
Labour, and tug, 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 labor'd for our good,
How careless to secure that crown
He purchas'd with his blood!

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.

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.

Text Information

• First Line: My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?
• Meter: C. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Topic: Christian experience: Spiritual Declension; Complaining of spiritual Sloth

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