The Hymnal ‎#3b

3b. 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 splendor,
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 endeavor,
When thine aim is good and true;
And that He may ever thwart thee,
And convert thee,
When thou evil wouldst 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 shalt dwell, beholding
Light enfolding
All things in unclouded day.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, my soul, thou must be waking
• Author: F. R. L. Canitz, 1654-1699
• Translator: Henry J. Buckoll (1838)
• Meter: 8.4.7.8.4.7.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1916
• Topic: Daily Prayer: Morning

Tune Information

• Name: CARMAN
• Composer: Peter C. Lutkin (1895)
• Meter: 8.4.7.8.4.7.
• Key: E♭ Major