Awake, My Soul, and with the Sun

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.

Thy pre­cious time mis­spent

re­deem

Each pre­sent day thy last es­teem

Improve thy ta­lent with due care;

For the great day thy­self pre­pare.

By in­flu­ence of the Light di­vine

Let thy own light to oth­ers shine.

Reflect all Heav­en’s pro­pi­tious ways

In ar­dent love

and cheer­ful praise.

In con­ver­sa­tion be sin­cere;

Keep con­sci­ence as the noon­tide clear;

Think how all see­ing God thy ways

And all thy sec­ret thoughts sur­veys.

Wake

and lift up thy­self

my heart

And with the an­gels bear thy part

Who all night long un­wea­ried sing

High praise to the eter­nal King.

All praise to Thee

who safe has kept

And hast re­freshed me while I slept

Grant

Lord

when I from death shall wake

I may of end­less light par­take.

Heav’n is

dear Lord

wher­e’er Thou art

O nev­er then from me de­part;

For to my soul ’tis hell to be

But for one mo­ment void of Thee.

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.

Direct

con­trol

sug­gest

this day

All I de­sign

or do

or say

That all my pow­ers

with all their might

In Thy sole glo­ry may unite.

I would not wake nor rise again

And Heav’n it­self I would dis­dain

Wert Thou not there to be en­joyed

And I in hymns to be em­ployed.

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.