Proper Tune. I.-Day and Night. 255. BARTHELEMON. 1 Morning. 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. 2 Thy precious time mis-spent redeem; Each present day thy last esteem; Improve thy talent with due care; For the great day thyself prepare. 3 In conversation be sincere ; Keep conscience as the noontide clear; 4 By influence of the light Divine 5 Wake and lift up thyself, my heart, 6 All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refresh'd me whilst I slept! Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake! 7 Heaven is, dear Lord, where'er Thou art; 8 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. 9 Direct, control, suggest, this day, That all my powers, with all their might, 10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Bishop Thomas Ken, 1697-1709. 1 OD of the morning, at whose voice And like a giant doth rejoice To run his journey through the skies; 2 From the fair chambers of the east The circuit of his race begins; And, without weariness or rest, Round the whole earth he flies and shines: 3 O, like the sun, may I fulfil Th' appointed duties of the day, With ready mind and active will March on, and keep my heavenly way! 4 But I shall rove and lose the race, If God, my Sun, should disappear, 5 Lord! Thy commands are clean and pure, Thy threatenings just, Thy promise sure; 6 Give me Thy counsel for my guide, |