O Thou, Who All Things Canst Control

O Thou

who all things canst con­trol

Chase this dead slum­ber from my soul;

With joy and fear

with love and awe

Give me to keep Thy per­fect law.

O

may one beam of Thy blest light

Pierce through

dis­pel the shades of night:

Touch my cold breast with heav­en­ly fire

With ho­ly

con­quer­ing zeal in­spire.

For zeal I sigh

for zeal I pant;

Yet hea­vy is my soul and faint:

With steps un­wa­ver­ing

un­dis­mayed

Give me in all Thy paths to tread.

With out­stretched 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!

The dead­ly slum­ber soon I feel

Afresh up­on my spir­it steal:

Rise

Lord; stir up Thy quick­en­ing pow­er

And wake me that I sleep no more.

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.