2 Look from the height of heaven, and send to cheer us And lead us safely to Thy holy hill. 3 So, when that morn of endless light is waking, 4 Be this by Thee, O Lord our Saviour, granted, Whose glory by the heaven and earth is chanted, 19 Morning Hymn. BARTHOLEMON. 4 1 Awake, my soul, and with the sun 2 Redeem thy mis-spent time that's past; Live this day, as if 'twere thy last; To improve thy talents take due care; 'Gainst the great day thyself prepare. 3 Let all thy converse be sincere, Thy conscience as the noon-day clear; 4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing "Glory to Thee, eternal King." 5 Glory to Thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refresh'd me while I slept; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall I may of endless light partake. [wake, 6 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew; Scatter my sins as morning dew; Guard my first spring of tho't and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill. 7 Direct, control, suggest this day All I design, or do, or say; That all my pow'rs, with all their might, 8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; AMEN. |