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.