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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.
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.
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.