"The Lord reigns, let the earth rejoice;
let the multitudes of the isles and
coastlands be glad!"
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