I MORNING HYMN L. M. 4 Morning François H. Barthélémon, 1791 I A- wake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run: Shake off dull sloth, and joy-ful rise To pay thy morn-ing sac-ri- fice. Α MEN. 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 By influence of the light Divine Let thy own light to others shine; Reflect all heaven's propitious rays In ardent love and cheerful praise. 4 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. 5 All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me whilst I slept: Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless light partake. 6 Direct, control, suggest, this day, Bishop Thomas Ken, 1695 (Text of 1709) 5 HURSLEY L. M. Ascribed to Peter Ritter, 1792. Arr. by Wm. H. Monk, 1861 I Sun of my soul, Thou Sav - iour dear, It is not night if Thou be near; 3 4 O may no earth-born cloud a - rise To hide Thee from Thy serv-ant's eyes. A 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, 4 If some poor wandering child of Thine 5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor 6 Come near and bless us when we wake, |