1
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily course of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2
Redeem thy mispent time that’s past;
Live this day, as if ’twere thy last;
To improve thy talents take due care;
’Gainst the great day thyself prepare.
3
Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
Think how the all-seeing God, thy ways,
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
4
Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part;
Who all night long unwearied sing,
Glory to thee, eternal King.
5
I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir;
May your devotion me inspire;
That I like you my age may spend,
Like you may on my God attend.
6
May I like you in God delight,
Have all day long my God in sight;
Perform like you my Maker’s will;
O! may I never more do ill.
7
Glory to thee, who safe has kept,
And hast refresh’d me while I slept:
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.
8
Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first spring of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.
9
Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I design, or do or say,
That all my powers, with all their mite,
In thy sole glory may unite.
10
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him, all creatures here below:
Praise him above, ye angelic host;
Praise Father Son, and Holy Ghost.