Scripture Verse

The grave cannot praise Thee, death can not celebrate Thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for Thy truth. Isaiah 38:18

Introduction

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Isaac Watts
1674–1748

Words: Is­aac Watts, Hymns and Sac­red Songs, Book 1, 1707, num­ber 46.

Music: Brook­field Tho­mas B. South­gate, 1855 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of South­gate (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?

Lyrics

Awake, my zeal; awake, my love,
To serve my Savior here below,
In works which perfect saints above
And holy angels cannot do.

Awake, my charity, to feed
The hungry soul, and clothe the poor;
In Heav’n are found no sons of need,
There all these duties are no more.

Subdue thy passions, O my soul!
Maintain the fight, thy work pursue,
Daily thy rising sins control,
And be thy victories ever new.

The land of triumph lies on high,
There are no foes t’encounter there;
Lord, I would conquer till I die,
And finish all the glorious war.

Let every flying hour confess
I gain Thy Gospel fresh renown;
And when my life and labors cease,
May I possess the promised crown!