Verse 1

Come, my soul, thou must be waking; Now is breaking O’er the earth another day; Come to Him Who made this splendour; See thou render All thy feeble powers can pay.

Verse 2

Gladly hail the sun returning; Ready burning Be the incense of thy powers; For the night is safely ended, God hath tended With His care thy helpless hours.

Verse 3

Pray that He may prosper ever Each endeavour When Thine aim is good and true; But that He may ever thwart thee, And convert thee, When thou evil wouldst pursue.

Verse 4

Think that He thy ways beholdeth; He unfoldeth Every fault that lurks within; He the hidden shame glossed over Can discover, And discern each deed of sin.

Verse 5

Mayest thou on life’s last morrow, Free from sorrow, Pass away in slumber sweet: And, released from death’s dark sadness, Rise in gladness That far brighter Sun to greet.

Verse 6

Only God’s bounteous gifts abuse not, Light refuse not, But His Spirit’s voice obey; Thou with Him shalt dwell, beholding Light enfolding All things in unclouded day.

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