3c. 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 Pray that He may prosper ever
Each endeavor,
When thine arm is good a true;
But that He may ever thwart thee,
And convert thee,
When thou evil wouldst pursue.

3 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.

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

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


Text Information
First Line: Come, my soul, thou must be waking
Title: Come, my soul, thou must be waking
Original Language: German
Author: F. R. L. Canitz (1700)
Translator: H. J. Buckoll
Meter: P. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1894
Topic: Daily Prayer: Morning
Notes: Tune name in index: COLUMBIA COLLEGE
Tune Information
Name: [Come, my soul, thou must be waking]
Composer: Geo. Wm. Warren, Mus. Doc.
Meter: P. M.
Key: G Major

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