1. Awake, my soul, and with the sun
2. All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept,
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, mis-spent, redeem;
Each present day thy last esteem:
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great day thyself prepare.
Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy 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.
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.
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!
BISHOP KEN, 1692 (recast 1709).
ALL praise to Thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me while 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.
Shine on me, Lord, new life impart,
Fresh ardours kindle in my heart:
One ray of Thy all-quickening light
Dispels the sloth and clouds of night.
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.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
BISHOP KEN, 1692 (recast 1709).
1. Awake, my soul, and with the sun
2. All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept,
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