The Psalms of David ‎#II.XXV

II.XXV. My drowsy Pow'rs, why sleep ye so?

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 his Blood!

5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,
And never act our Parts?
Come, holy Dove, from heav'nly Hill,
And sit and warm our Hearts.

6 Then shall our active Spirits move,
Upward our Souls 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?
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1766
• Topic: Complaint of Sloth and Negligence; Death of a Sinner; Delay of Conversion; Spiritual Sloth and Dullness; Want of Zeal

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