The privileges of the living above the dead. <br /> <br />Isa. 38:18,19. <br /> <br />Awake, my zeal; awake, my love, <br />To serve my Savior here below, <br />In works which perfect saints above <br />And holy angels cannot do. <br /> <br />Awake, my charity, to feed <br />The hungry soul, and clothe the poor; <br />In heav'n are found no sons of need, <br />There all these duties are no more. <br /> <br />Subdue thy passions, O my soul! <br />Maintain the fight, thy work pursue, <br />Daily thy rising sins control, <br />And be thy vict'ries ever new. <br /> <br />The land of triumph lies on high, <br />There are no foes t' encounter there; <br />Lord, I would conquer till I die, <br />And finish all the glorious war. <br /> <br />Let every flying hour confess <br />I gain thy gospel fresh renown; <br />And when my life and labors cease, <br />May I possess the promised crown!<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-46-part-2/
