1 Arise, my soul! with rapture rise!
And, fill'd with love and fear, adore
The awful Sov'reign of the skies,
Whose mercy lends me one day more.
2 And may this day, indulgent Pow'r!
Not idly pass, nor fruitless be;
But may each swiftly-flying hour –
Advance my soul more nigh to thee.
3 But can it be that Pow'r divine,
Whose throne is light's unbounded blaze,
While countless worlds and angels join,
To swell the glorious song of praise –
4 Will deign to lend a fav'ring ear,
When I, poor abject mortal pray?
Yes, boundless goodness! he will hear,
Nor cast the meanest wretch away.
5 Then let me serve thee all my days,
And may my zeal with years increase:
For pleasant, Lord! are all thy ways,
And all thy paths are paths of peace.
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First Line: | Arise, my soul! with rapture rise! |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Topic: | Morning |