T. Ken


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.


In conversation be sincere,

Keep conscience as the noonday 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.


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.


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.


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.


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