Text: | Morning |
1 Awake, my Soul, and with the Sun
Thy daily Stage of Duty run;
Shake off dull Sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning Sacrifice.
2 Redeem thy mis-spent Time that's past,
Live this Day as if 'twere thy last;
T'improve thy Talents take due care
'Gainst the great Day thy self prepare.
3 Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy Conscience as the Noon-Day clear:
Think how th' all-seeing God thy Ways,
And ev'ry secret Thought surveys.
4 Glory to God, who safe hath kept;
And hath refresh'd me while I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from Death shall wake,
I may of endless Life partake.
5 Direct, controul, suggest this day
All I design, or do, or say;
That all my Pow'rs, with all their Might,
In Thy sole Glory may unite.
6 Praise God, from whom all Blessings flow;
Praise him, all Creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heav'nly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Awake, my Soul, and with the Sun |
Title: | Morning |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | liturgical: Opening Hymns; Morning Hymns |