1 A WAKE, my soul, and with the sun | 6 All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept, A Thy daily stage of duty run; And hast refresh'd me whilst I slept! Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise Grant, Lord, when I from death shall To pay thy morning sacrifice. wake, I may of endless life partake! 2 Thy precious time mis-spent redeem; 7 Heaven is, dear Lord, where'er Thou art: Each present day thy last esteem; O never then from me depart! Improve thy talent with due care; For, to my soul, 'tis hell to be For the great day thyself prepare. But for one moment void of Thee. 3 In conversation be sincere : 8 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew; Keep conscience as the noontide clear; Disperse my sins as morning dew; Think how All-seeing God thy ways Guard my first springs of thought and And all thy secret thoughts surveys. will, And with Thyself my spirit fill. 4 By influence of the light Divine Let Thy own light to others shine ; 9 Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say; Reflect all Heaven's propitious rays, That all my powers, with all their might, In ardent love and cheerful praise. In Thy sole glory may unite. 5 Wake and lift up thyself, my heart, 10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; And with the angels bear thy part, Praise Him, all creatures here below! Who, all night long, unwearied sing Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; High praise to the Eternal King. Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! Bishop Thomas Ken, 1697-1709. 1 MOD of the morning, at whose voice U The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, To run his journey through the skies; The circuit of his race begins; Round the whole earth he flies and shines : Th' appointed duties of the day, March on, and keep my heavenly way! If God, my Sun, should disappear, To follow every wandering star. Enlightening our beclouded eyes ; Thy Gospel makes the simple wise. And then receive me to Thy bliss : Isaac Watts, 1709. |