Chase this dead slumber from my soul!
With reverent joy, with loving awe,
Give me to keep Thy perfect law.
2 O, let a ray from Thy pure light
Pierce through the gathering shades of night!
Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire,
And holy conquering faith inspire.
3 This deadly slumber when I feel
Afresh upon my spirit steal,
Then, Lord, descend with quickening power,