F.R. L. Von Canitz,; H.J. Buckoll, Tr.
COME, my soul, thou must be waking;
Now is breaking
O’er the earth another day.
Come to Him who made this splendor;
See thou render
All thy feeble strength can pay.
2
Gladly hail the sun returning;
Ready burning
Be the incense of thy powers;
For the night is safely ended;
God hath tended
With His care thy helpless hours.
3
Pray that He may prosper ever
Each endeavor,
When thine aim is good and true;
But that He may ever thwart thee,
And convert thee,
When thou evil wouldst pursue.
4
Our God’s bounteous gifts abuse not,
Light refuse not,
But His Spirit’s voice obey;
Thou with Him shalt dwell, beholding
Light enfolding
All things in unclouded day.