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 misspent, redeem,

Each present day thy last esteem,

Improve thy talent with due care;

For the great day thyself prepare.

Let all thy converse be sincere,

Thy conscience as the noontide 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 Heav’n’s propitious rays

In ardent love and cheerful praise.

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.

I wake, I wake, ye heav’nly choir,

May your devotion me inspire,

That I, like you, my age may spend,

Like you may on my God attend.