The Church Hymnal ‎#3

3. Come, my soul, thou must be waking!

1 Come, my soul, thou must be waking!
Now is breaking
O'er the earth another day:
Come, to Him Who made this splendour,
See thou render
All thy feeble strength can pay.

2 Gladly hail the sun returning,
Ready burning
Be the incense of thy powers;
For the night is safely ended,
God hath tended
With His care thy helpless hours.

3 Pray that He may prosper ever
Each endeavour,
When thine aim is good and true;
But that He may ever thwart thee,
And convert thee,
When thou evil would'st pursue.

4 Think that He thy ways beholdeth;
He unfoldeth
Every fault that lurks within;
He the hidden shame glossed over
Can discover,
And discern each deed of sin.

5 Mayest thou on life's last morrow,
Free from sorrow,
Pass away in slumber sweet;
And, released from death's dark sadness,
Rise in gladness,
That far brighter Sun to greet.

6 Only God's free gifts abuse not,
Light refuse not,
But His Spirit's voice obey;
Thou with Him shall dwell, behold
Light enfolding
All things in unclouded day.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, my soul, thou must be waking!
• Translator: H. J. Buckoll
• Author: F. R. L. Canitz
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1920
• Topic: Daily Prayer: Morning

Tune Information

• Name: HAYDN
• Arranger: F. J. Haydn
• Meter: 8.4.7.8.4.7
• Key: D Major