1 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 All praise to thee, who safe hast kept
And hast refreshed me while I slept.
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless light partake.

3 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.

4 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design or do or say,
That all my pow'r's, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.

5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heav'nly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.