547 Come, my soul, thou must be waking!

1 Come, my soul, thou must be waking! Now is breaking O'er the earth another day; Come to Him who made the splendor, See thou render All thy feeble strength can pay. 2 Gladly hail the sun returning: Ready burning Be the incense of thy powers; For the night is safely ended; God hath tended With His care thy helpless hours. 3 Pray that He may prosper ever Each endeavor, When thy aim is good and true; But that He may ever thwart thee And convert thee, When thou evil wouldst pursue. 4 Only God's free gift abuse not, Light refuse not, But His Spirit's voice obey; Thou with Him shalt dwell, beholding Light unfolding All things in unclouded day. 5 Glory, honor, exaltation, Adoration, Be to the eternal One; To the Father, Son, and Spirit, Laud and merit, While unending ages run.