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Awake, My Zeal; Awake, My Love

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #162 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. Awake, my zeal; awake, my love, To serve my Savior here below, In works which perfect saints above And holy angels cannot do. 2. 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. 3. Subdue thy passions, O my soul! Maintain the fight, thy work pursue, Daily thy rising sins control, And be thy victories ever new. 4. 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. 5. Let every flying hour confess I gain Thy Gospel fresh renown; And when my life and labors cease, May I possess the promised crown! Languages: English Tune Title: BROOKFIELD

Awake my zeal, awake my love

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns, from Various Authors, Supplementary for the Use of Christians. 1st ed. #X (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Awake my zeal, awake my love, And serve my Saviour here below, In works which all the saints above, Which holy angels cannot do. 2 My faith and hope may see the Lord, Though veils of darkness lie between; Hope shall rest firm upon his word, And faith rejoice in things unseen. 3 Awake my charity, and feed The hungry soul and clothe the poor; In heav'n are found no sons in need, There all these duties are no more. 4 Subdue thy passions, O my soul Maintain the fight, the work pursue, Daily thy rising sins controul, And be thy vict'ries ever new. 5 The land of triumph lies on high, There are no fields of battle there, Lord I would conquer till I die, And finish all the glorious war. 6 Let every flying hour confess I gain thy gospel fresh renown; And when my life and labours cease, May I possess the promis'd crown. Languages: English

Awake my Zeal, awake my Love

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #S.IV (1801) Lyrics: 1 Awake my Zeal, awake my Love, And serve my Saviour here below, In Works which all the Saints above, Which holy Angels cannot do. 2 My Faith and Hope may see the Lord, Tho Vails of Darkness lie between; Hope shall rest firm upon his Word, And Faith rejoice in things unseen. 3 Awake my Charity, and feed The hungry Soul and clothe the Poor; In Heav'n are found no Sons of Need, There all these Duties are no more. 4 Subdue thy Passions, O my soul Maintain the fight, the Work pursue, Daily thy rising Sins controul, And be thy Vict'ries ever new. 5 The Land of Triumph lies on high, There are no Fields of Battle there, Lord I would conquer till I die, And finish all the glorious War. 6 Let every flying hour confess I gain thy Gospel fresh renown; And when my Life and Labours cease, May I possess the promis'd Crown. Languages: English

Awake my zeal, awake my love

Hymnal: Christian's Duty, exhibited in a series of hymns #S10 (1825) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Awake my zeal, awake my love, And serve my Saviour here below, In works which all the saints above, Which holy angels cannot do. 2 My faith and hope may see the Lord, Though veils of darkness lie between; Hope shall rest firm upon his word, And faith rejoice in things unseen. 3 Awake my charity, and feed The hungry soul and clothe the poor; In heav'n are found no sons in need, There all these duties are no more. 4 Subdue thy passions, O my soul Maintain the fight, the work pursue, Daily thy rising sins controul, And be thy vict'ries ever new. 5 The land of triumph lies on high, There are no fields of battle there, Lord I would conquer till I die, And finish all the glorious war. 6 Let every flying hour confess I gain thy gospel fresh renown; And when my life and labours cease, May I possess the promis'd crown. Languages: English

Awake, my zeal, awake, my love

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #637 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 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 vict'ries 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! Scripture: Isaiah 38:18-19 Languages: English