Awake, awake, my soul, from earth's dull night!
Arise; put on new robes of glist'ring white!
See! Through thy casement comes a ray of light
To lift thy thought in holy upward flight.
Awake, my soul, from earth's hypnotic sleep!
Let not the enticing thrall thine eyelids steep;
Let not the ensnaring toils around thee creep,
To bind and hold thee fast, and make thee weep!
Arise! Turn not to dream, and dream again!
Hast not enough of anguish and of pain?
Hast thou no faith to prove, no goal to gain,
No quick'ning of desire to break thy chain?
Arise! Put off thy slumber robe—'t is old;
See how it falls in tatters, fold on fold!
Arrayed anew, this hour thou art enrolled,
"Soldier of Christ," in letters of pure gold.
Hark to the herald of the newborn day:
Welcome to-day, for gone is yesterday!
Gird on thine armor, ready for the fray;
'T is Christ doth lead thee on to victory.
