|Hymn:||Awake, My Soul, And With The Sun|
|Words:||Thomas Ken (1637-1710)|
|Music:||François-Hippolyte Barthélémon (1741-1808)|
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Redeem thy misspent time that's past,
and live this day as if thy last;
improve thy talents with due care
for the great day thyself prepare.
Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noonday clear:
Think how all seeing God thy ways,
and all thy secret thoughts surveys.
Glory to Thee, who safe hast kept;
And hast re-freshed me while I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless light partake.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.