Awake, My Soul, and with the Sun

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,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;

Think how the all-seeing God thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.

 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.

Direct, control, suggest this day
All I design or do or say

That all my pow’rs 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 heav’nly host:
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.