When wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?@Proverbs 6:9
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John Wesley (1703–1791)

Sig­mund C. Gmel­in (1697–1707) (Ach treib aus mein­er Seel’). Trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by John Wes­ley in Hymns and Sac­red Po­ems (Lon­don: Will­iam Stra­han, 1739), pag­es 12–13.

Rest (Brad­bu­ry) Will­iam B. Brad­bu­ry, 1843 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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William B. Bradbury
(1816–1868)

O Thou, who all things canst control,
Chase this dead slumber from my soul;
With joy and fear, with love and awe,
Give me to keep Thy perfect law.

O, may one beam of Thy blest light
Pierce through, dispel the shades of night:
Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire,
With holy, conquering zeal inspire.

For zeal I sigh, for zeal I pant;
Yet heavy is my soul and faint:
With steps unwavering, undismayed,
Give me in all Thy paths to tread.

With outstretched hands, and streaming eyes,
Oft I begin to grasp the prize;
I groan, I strive, I watch, I pray;
But ah! how soon it dies away!

The deadly slumber soon I feel
Afresh upon my spirit steal:
Rise, Lord; stir up Thy quickening power,
And wake me that I sleep no more.

Single of heart, O! may I be,
Nothing may I desire but Thee:
Far, far from me the world remove,
And all that holds me from Thy love.