1 Awake, my soul, and with the sun
your daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay your morning sacrifice.

2 Lord, I my vows to You renew.
Disperse my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Yourself my spirit fill.

3 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design or do or say;
That all my powers, with all their might,
In Your sole glory may unite.