1 Awake, my soul, and with the sun
your daily stage of duty run:
shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
to pay your morning sacrifice.
2 By influence of the light Divine
let your own light to others shine;
reflect all heav'n's propitious rays
in ardent love and cheerful praise.
3 All praise to you, who safe have kept,
and have 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 you renew,
disperse my sins as morning dew;
guard my first springs of thought and will,
and with yourself my spirit fill.
5 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 (1695, 1709; Mod.)|
|Topic:||Doxologies; The Church: Morning; God: Praise of|
|Composer:||François H. Barthélémon (1791)|