Awake, awake, thou heavy sprite

Awake, awake, thou heavy sprite,
That sleep'st the deadly sleep of sin!
Rise now and walk the ways of light!
'Tis not too late yet to begin.
Seek heaven early, seek it late:
True Faith still finds an open gate.

Get up, get up, thou leaden man!
Thy track to endless joy or pain
Yields but the model of a span;
Yet burns out thy life's lamp in vain!
One minute bounds thy bane or bliss:
Then watch and labour, while time is!