Come My Soul Thou Must Be Waking
Come, my soul, thou must be waking;
Now is breaking
Over the earth another day;
Come to him who made this splendor;
See thou render
All thy feeble strength can pay.
Gladly hail the sun returning;
Be the incense of thy powers;
For the night is safely ended;
God hath tended
With his care thy helpless hours.
Pray that he may prosper ever
When thine aim is good and true;
But that he may ever thwart thee,
And convert thee,
When thou evil wouldst pursue.
Only God’s free gifts abuse not,
Light refuse not,
But this Spirit’s voice obey;
Thou with him shalt dwell, beholding
All things in unclouded day.