Awake My Soul And With The Sun

"The Lord reigns, let the earth rejoice;

let the multitudes of the isles and

coastlands be glad!"

Psalm 97:1

A view of St. Peter's Church

in the historic market town of

Berkhamstead Hertfordshire, Engalnd

birthplace of the Reverend Thomas Ken.

Awake, my soul, with the sun

Thy daily stage of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,

To pay thy morning sacrifice.

Thy precious time misspent, redeem

Each present day thy last esteem,

Improve thy talent with due care;

For the great day thyself prepare.

By influence of the Light divine

Let thy own light to others shine.

Reflect all Heaven's propitious ways

In ardent love, and cheerful praise.

In conversation be sincere;

Keep conscience as the noontide clear;

Think how all seeing God thy ways

And all thy secret thoughts surveys.

Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,

And with the angels bear thy part,

Who all night long unwearied sing

High praises to the eternal King.

All praises 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 light partake,

Heav'n is, dear Lord, where'er Thou art,

O never then from me depart;

For my soul 'tis hell to be

But for one moment void of Thee.

Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;

Disperse 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 powers, with all their might,

In Thy sole glory may unite.

I would not wake or rise again

And Heaven itself I would disdain,

Wert Thou not there to be enjoyed,

And in hymns to be employed.

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.

"Awake My Soul And With The Sun"

From the "Manual of Prayers"

Words by the Reverend Thomas Ken