by “Awake o tearless saints, arise o loveless soul”
Awake o tearless heart,
Arise o loveless soul,
Weep o dry eye,
For the woe of sinners lost.
My soul, mourn and weep,
Groan for a people lost,
Let none escape thine tears,
O for to save one at least.
O that the drop of tears shed,
Be the numbers of souls won,
A river flow of tears for the lost,
An eternity full of joyful ones.
Love awake in my souls,
Dryness canst but leave my way,
Lest these souls I see be ever lost,
Without God in ageless eternity.
Travail o painless soul,
Thou canst ease at Zion be,
Groan, moan, and plead the case,
Of souls on hell-express train.
