All my ways are before thee. Psalm 119:168.
Awake, O soul, awake!
Enter thy cell of thought,
And there in calmness meditate
On what God's word has taught.
There's nought within thy scope,
No influence thou hast sown,
No gloomy doubt, no joyful hope,
But unto him are known.
Awake! but grovel not
In ashes of despair,
Christ's precious blood can cleanse each spot;
Cast on him every care.
Before him are thy ways,
But in his mercy free
He further yet his love displays,
And intercedes for thee.
Awake to holy fear
And praise thy God on high;
Be it thy joy to praise him here
And praise him in the sky.