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