O Thou, Who All Things Canst Control

O Thou, who all things canst control,
Chase this dead Slumber from my soul;

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 trough, 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, undismay’d,
Give me in all Thy paths to read.

With outstretch’d 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 quick’ning 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.

Spiritual Slumber

From the German