T. Ken

L.M.

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.

2

In conversation be sincere,

Keep conscience as the noonday clear;

Think how all-seeing God thy ways

And all thy secret thoughts surveys.

3

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.

4

May I, like them, in God delight;

Have all day long my God in sight!

Perform, like them, my Maker’s will,

And celebrate His glories still.

5

Glory to Thee who safe hast kept,

And hast refreshed me whilst I slept;

Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,

I may of endless light partake.

6

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.

7

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.