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[TEXT OF 1712.]
A Morning HYMN.
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.
Thy precious Time mispent, redeem,
Each present Day thy last Esteem,
Improve thy Talent with due Care,
For the Great Day thy self prepare.
In Conversation be sincere,
Keep Conseience as the Noon-tide clear.
Think how All-seeing God thy ways,
And all thy Secret Thoughts surveys.
By influence of the Light Divine,
Let thy own Light to others Shine,
Reflect all Heaven's propitious Rays,
In ardent Love, and chearful Praise.
'Wake, and lift up thy self my Heart,
And with the Angels bear thy part,
Who all Night long unwearied sing,
High Praise to the Eternal King.
I wake, I wake, ye Heavenly Choir,
May your Devotion me inspire,
That I, like you, my Age may spend,
Like you may on my God attend.
May I, like you, in God delight,
Have all Day long my God in sight,
Perform like you my Maker's Will,
O may I never more do Ill.
