A Selection of Psalms and Hymns ‎#CXII

CXII. Complaint of Spiritual sloth

1 My drowsy pow'rs, why sleep ye so
Awake, my sluggish soul!
Nothing has half thy work to do,
Yet nothing's half so dull.

2 The little ants for one poor grain
Labour, and tug, and strive;
Yet we, who have a heav'n t'obtain,
How negligent we live!

3 We, for whose sake all nature stands,
And stars their courses move;
We, for whose guard the angel bands
Come flying from above:

4 We, for whom God the Son came down
And labour'd for our good,
How careless to secure that crown
He purchas'd with jis blood!

5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,
And never act our parts!
Come, holy Dove, from th' heav'nly hill,
Renew and warm our hearts.

6 Then shall our active spirits move,
Upward our soul shall rise;
With hands of faith and wings of love,
We'll fly and take the prize.

Text Information

• First Line: My drowsy pow'rs, why sleep ye so
• Title: Complaint of Spiritual sloth
• Author: Dr. Watts
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: After Sermon

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