SPIRITUAL SLUMBER. From the German.

SPIRITUAL SLUMBER.

From the German.

I.

O Thou, who all things canst controul, Chase this dead Slumber from my Soul; With Joy and Fear, with Love and Awe Give me to keep thy perfect Law.

II.

O may one Beam of thy blest Light Pierce thro', dispel the Shades of Night: Touch my cold Breast with heav'nly Fire, With holy, conq'ring Zeal inspire.

III.

For Zeal I sigh, for Zeal I pant; Yet heavy is my Soul and faint: With Steps unwav'ring, undismay'd Give me in all thy Paths to tread.

IV.

With out-stretch'd Hands, and streaming Eyes Oft I begin to grasp the Prize; I groan, I strive, I watch, I pray: But ah! how soon it dies away!

V.

The deadly Slumber soon I feel Afresh upon my Spirit steal: Rise, Lord; stir up thy quick'ning Pow'r, And wake me that I sleep no more.

VI.

Single of Heart O may I be, Nothing may I desire but Thee: Far, far from me the World remove, And all that holds me from thy Love!