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 heaven are found no sons of 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 control,
And be thy victories 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 labors cease,
May I possess the promised crown.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1801
First Line: | Awake my zeal, awake my love |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
Awake, my zeal, awake, my love. I. Watts. [Personal call to duty.] This may be called a metrical paraphrase of his sermon on i. Cor. iii. 22, "Whether Life or Death-All are yours.” It was appended with other hymns, to his Sermons, 1721-4, in 6 stanzas of 8 lines, and is repeated in later editions. Its use is limited. In Halls Mitre, 1836, it was given as "Awake our zeal, awake our love," in 4 stanzas. This also has almost passed out of use.
-- John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)