Come, my soul, thou must be waking;
Now is breaking Over the earth another day;
Come to him who made this splendor;
See thou render All thy feeble strength can pay.
Gladly hail the sun returning;
Ready burning Be the incense of thy powers;
For the night is safely ended;
God hath tended With his care thy helpless hours.
Pray that he may prosper ever
Each endeavor, When thine aim is good and true;
But that he may ever thwart thee,
And convert thee, When thou evil wouldst pursue.
Only God's free gifts abuse not,
Light refuse not, But this Spirit's voice obey;
Thou with him shalt dwell, beholding
Light enfolding All things in unclouded day.
|First Line:||Come, my soul, thou must be waking|
|Title:||Come, My Soul, Thou Must Be Waking|
|Author:||Friedrich R. L. von Canitz|
|Translator:||Henry J. Buckoll (1841)|
|Topic:||Creation; Day; God's Care(4 more...)|
|MIDI file:||WiS 031 Come My Soul Thou Must Be Waking.mid|