AWAKE!

Awake, O soul, awake!

Enter thy cell of thought,

And there in calmness meditate

On what God's word has taught.

There's nought within thy scope,

No influence thou hast sown,

No gloomy doubt, no joyful hope,

But unto him are known.

Awake! but grovel not

In ashes of despair,

Christ's precious blood can cleanse each spot;

Cast on him every care.

Before him are thy ways,

But in his mercy free

He further yet his love displays,

And intercedes for thee.

Awake to holy fear

And praise thy God on high;

Be it thy joy to praise him here

And praise him in the sky.