Come, My Soul, Thou Must Be Waking

Come, my soul, thou must be waking;

Now is breaking over the earth another day;

Come to Him Who made this splendor;

See thou render all thy feeble powers can pay.

Thou, too, hail the light returning

Ready burning be the incense of thy powers;

For the night is safely ended,

God hath tended with His care thy helpless hours.

Pray that He may prosper ever

Each endeavor when thine aim is good and true;

But that He may ever thwart thee,

And convert thee, when thou evil wouldst pursue.

Think that He thy ways beholdeth;

He unfoldeth every fault that lurks within;

He the hidden shame glossed over

Can discover, and discern each deed of sin.

Mayest thou on life's last morrow,

Free from sorrow, pass away in slumber sweet:

And, released from death's dark sadness,

Rise in gladness that far brighter Sun to greet.

Only God's free gifts abuse not,

Light refuse not, but His Spirit's voice obey;

Thou with Him shalt dwell, beholding

Light enfolding all things in unclouded day.