SPIRITUAL SLUMBER. From the German. Rev. John Wesley Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T31323 K034809.000 Wesley, John, 1703-1791. Wesley, Charles, 1707-1788. Hymns and sacred poems: Published by John Wesley, ... and Charles Wesley, ... London printed by William Strahan; and sold by James Hutton; and at Mr. Bray's 1739 pp. 12-13. x,[6],223,[1]p.; 12⁰.

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SPIRITUAL SLUMBER . From the German . I. O Thou , who all things canst controul , Chase this dead Slumber from my Soul ; With Joy and Fear , with Love and Awe Give me to keep thy perfect Law . II . O may one Beam of thy blest Light Pierce thro' , dispel the Shades of Night : Touch my cold Breast with heav'nly Fire , With holy , conq'ring Zeal inspire . III . For Zeal I sigh , for Zeal I pant ; Yet heavy is my Soul and faint : With Steps unwav'ring , undismay'd Give me in all thy Paths to tread . IV . With out-stretch'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 ! V. The deadly Slumber soon I feel Afresh upon my Spirit steal : Rise , Lord ; stir up thy quick'ning Pow'r , And wake me that I sleep no more . VI . 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 !