Awake, O Lord, As in the Time of Old!

Awake

O Lord

as in the time of old!

Come

Ho­ly Spir­it

in Thy pow­er and might;

For lack of Thee our hearts are strange­ly cold

Our minds but blind­ly grop­ing to­wards the light.

Doubts are abroad: make Thou these doubts to cease!

Fears are with­in: set Thou these fears at rest!

Strife is among us: melt that strife to peace!

Change march­es on­ward: may all change blest!

Make us to be what we pro­fess to be;

Let pray­er be pray­er

and praise be heart­felt praise;

From un­re­al­ity

O set us free

And let our words be ech­oed by our ways.

Turn us

good Lord

and so shall we be turned:

Let ev­ery pas­sion griev­ing Thee be stilled:

Then shall our race be won

our guer­don earned

Our mas­ter looked on

and our joy ful­filled.