“Awake, my soul! Awake, harp and lyre! I will awaken the dawn.” – Psalm 57:8 (NIV)
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.
Lord, I my vows to Thee renew:
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.
Direct, control, suggest this day
All I design, or do, or say,
That all my pow’rs, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.
All praise to Thee who safe has kept,
And hast refreshed me while I slept.
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow.
Praise Him, all creatures here below!
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host!
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Words: Thomas Ken (1637-1711)
Music: from “Genevan Psalter” (1551); attr. Louis Bourgeois (c. 1530-c. 1561). Tune: OLD 100th
Words and Music public domain.
pianist: E. Zacek