11 Morning
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. Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
disperse my sins as morning dew;
guard my first springs of thought and will,
and will thyself my spirit fill.
3. Direct, control, suggest, this day,
all I design, or do, or say;
that all my powers, with all their might,
in thy sole glory may unite.
4. 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: Morning Hymn, melody Francois Hippolyte Barthelemon (1741-1808); harm. The Church Hymnal for the Church Year, 1917