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 In conversation be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
Think how th'all-seeing God thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
3 All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept
And hast refreshed me while 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 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.
|First Line:||Awake, my soul, and with the sun|
|Title:||Awake, My Soul, and with the Sun|
|Author:||Thomas Ken, 1637-1711|
|Composer:||François H. Barthélemon, 1741-1808|
|Source:||Lutheran Worship,, 1982 (Setting)|