1 Come, my soul, thou must be waking,
Now is breaking
O'er the earth another day:
Come, to Him Who made this splendor
See thou render
All thy feeble strength can pay.
2 Pray that He may prosper ever
When thine arm is good a true;
But that He may ever thwart thee,
And convert thee,
When thou evil would'st pursue.
3 Think that He thy ways beholdeth;
Every fault that lurks within;
He the hidden shame glossed over
And discern each deed of sin.
4 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.
5 Only God's free gifts abuse not,
Light refuse not,
But His Spirit's voice obey;
Thou with Him shall dwell, beholding
All things in unclouded day.
|First Line:||Come, my soul, thou must be waking|
|Title:||Come, my soul, thou must be waking|
|Author:||F. R. L. Canitz (1700)|
|Translator:||H. J. Buckoll|
|Topic:||Daily Prayer: Morning|
|Notes:||Tune name in index: HAYDN|