Awake, awake to love and work!
The lark is in the sky;
The fields are wet with diamond dew;
The worlds awake to cry
Their blessings on the Lord of life,
As He goes meekly by.

Come, let thy voice be one with theirs,
Shout with their shout of praise;
See how the giant sun soars up,
Great lord of years and days!
So let the love of Jesus come
And set thy soul ablaze.

To give and give, and give again,
What God hath given thee;
To spend thyself nor count the cost;
To serve right gloriously
The God Who gave all worlds that are,
And all that are to be.

God opens wide His hand,
In this our native land,
Year after year.
From His abundant store
He giveth evermore,
“Pressed down and running o’er,”
Our hearts to cheer.

What though the earth may quake,
And hills, and mountains shake,
He lives and reigns.
The oceans ebb and flow,
The seasons come and go,
His Word no change can know,
His truth remains.

That spring-time “shall not cease,”
And summer yield increase,
Whilst autumn brings
From fields the golden grain,
From orchards fruits again,
Our frail lives to sustain,
God’s choicest things.

To Him who governs all,
And notes a “sparrow’s fall,”
All nations’ King,
We will from shore to shore,
Our loving Lord adore,
Till “time shall be no more,”
His praises sing.