Awake, My Drowsy Soul

Awake

my drow­sy soul

awake

And view the threat­en­ing scene:

The foes in le­gion camp around

And treach­ery lurks with­in.

’Tis not this mor­tal life alone

These en­emies as­sail;

All thine eter­nal hopes are lost

If their at­tempts pre­vail.

Now to the work of God awake;

Behold thy mak­er near;

The va­ri­ous

ar­du­ous task pur­sue

With vi­gor and with fear.

The aw­ful re­gis­ter goes on

Th’account will sure­ly come

And op­en­ing day

or clos­ing night

May bear me to my doom.

Tremendous thought! How deep it strikes!

Yet like a dream it flies

Till God’s own voice the slum­bers chase

From these de­lud­ed eyes.