Awake, O Lord, as in the time of old! (Samuel Sebastian Wesley)

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  • (Posted 2016-11-24)   CPDL #42029:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2016-11-24).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 29 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2007-11-15).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 26 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
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General Information

Title: Awake, O Lord, as in the time of old!
Composer: Samuel Sebastian Wesley
Tune: Reliance
Lyricist: Henry Twells

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 10 10. 10 10

Language: English
Instruments: Organ

Published: 1719 in W. L.’s Col­lect­ion of Tunes; 1872 ar­ranged by S. S. Wes­ley in the Eur­o­pe­an Psalm­ist.

Description: Henry Twells's lyrics from Hymns and Other Stray Vers­es, 1901.

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Original text and translations

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1  Awake, O Lord, as in the time of old!
Come, Holy Spirit, in Thy power and might;
For lack of Thee our hearts are strangely cold,
Our minds but blindly groping towards the light.

2  Doubts are abroad: make Thou these doubts to cease!
Fears are within: set Thou these fears at rest!
Strife is among us: melt that strife to peace!
Change marches onward: may all change be blest!


3  Make us to be what we profess to be;
Let prayer be prayer, and praise be heartfelt praise;
From unreality, O set us free,
And let our words be echoed by our ways.

4  Turn us, good Lord, and so shall we be turned:
Let every passion grieving Thee be stilled:
Then shall our race be won, our guerdon earned,
Our Master looked on, and our joy fulfilled.