539 Awake, my soul, and with the sun

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 Thy precious time misspent, redeem; Each present day thy last esteem; Improve thy talent with due care, For the great day thyself prepare. 3 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long, unwearied, sing, High praise to the eternal King. 4 All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me while I slept. Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless light partake. 5 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. 6 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.