|Text:||Awake, My Soul, and with the Sun|
|Composer:||François H. Barthélémon|
1 Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
Think how th'all-seeing God thy ways
And all thy secret tho'ts surveys.
3 All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept
And hast refreshed me whilst I slept.
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless light partake.
4 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;
Disperse my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will
And with Thyself my spirit fill.
5 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design or do or say
That all my powers, 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 heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
|First Line:||Awake, my soul, and with the sun|
|Title:||Awake, My Soul, and with the Sun|
|Author:||Thomas Ken (1695,cento, alt.)|
|Topic:||Times and Seasons: Morning|
|Composer:||François H. Barthélémon (1785)|