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 noonday clear;
For God’s all-seeing eye surveys
Thy secret thoughts, thy words and ways.
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 life 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 may think, 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.
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First Line: | Awake, my soul, and with the sun |
Author: | Thomas Ken (1637-1711) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | Means of grace: Family worship - Morning |