---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Orgill, Helen Kimball
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 24
number: 11
published: 1921-09
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Helen Kimball Orgill, "Arouse Ye, My Soul," *Improvement Era* 24, no. 11 (September 1921): 991.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera24011unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera24011unse
start_page: 991
end_page: 991
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1921-09)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera24011unse
  publication_year: 1921
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1921, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Arouse Ye, My Soul

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From thy lethargy, 'rouse ye, my soul:
Trim thy lamp, for the light burneth dim.
There's a work now awaiting thy hand,
Before cometh the harvester grim.

Ah, too long hast thou been held in thrall
With the pleasures and cares of the earth.
Never seeking to offer thy all,
For the jewels of Heavenly worth.

Arise now, my soul, that ye may
With the valiant faithful be found,
Who are spreading the gospel's bright ray,
Sending truth through all the world around;
For behold now the time draweth nigh
That our spirits have waited for long,
When earth's bridegroom will come from on high
Mid the glory of Heaven's great throng.

With the sanctified ones of our God,
Would'st thou join in the anthem of praise?
Be with those who have clung to the rod,
And in righteousness spent all their days.
Then ne'er more let thy zeal become cold:
Press on, on with thy face to the light
Till thou art as the thrice refined gold
Made with purity gloriously bright.

Raymond, Canada  
Helen Kimball Orgill