1 Awake my soul, awake mine eyes,
Awake, my rowsy faculties:
Awake and see the new-born light,
Spring from the darksome womb of night.
2 Look up and see the unwearied sun,
Aleady has his race begun,
The pretty lark is mounted high,
And sings his matins in the sky.
3 Arise my soul and thou my voice,
In early songs of praise rejoice,
O great creator, Heav'nly King,
Thy praises ever let me sing.
4 Thy power has made, thy goodness kept
This fenceless body while I slept;
Yet one night more hast hou kept me,
From all the pow'rs of darkness free.
5 O keep my heart from sin secure,
My life unblameable and pure;
That when the last of days shall come;
I chearfully may meet my doom.