"Awake thou that sleepest;" thy slumber unbroken,
Thou art dead in trespass and sin;
But list to the word that in stillness is spoken,
The voice that is speaking within.
There is work for all in this land of the living,
A work that belongs to each one;
If only a cup of cold water you 're giving,
His kind voice will whisper, "Well done."
There is need of your joy, your hope, and your knowing,
The dear love that casteth out fear.
So rise in the morn, and the good seed be sowing;
The increase God giveth is here.
