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.

Redeem thy misspent moments past;

And live this day as if thy last:

Improve thy talent with due care;

For the great Day thyself prepare.

Let all thy converse be sincere,

Thy conscience as the noonday clear;

Think how allseeing God thy ways

And all thy secret thoughts surveys.

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.

All praise to thee, who safe hast kept

And hast refreshed me while I slept;

Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,

I may of endless light partake.

Lord, I my vows to thee renew;

Scatter my sins as morning dew;

Guard my first springs of thought and will,

And with thyself my spirit fill.

Direct, control, suggest, this day,

All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, with all their might,

In thy sole glory may unite.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;

Praise him, all creatures here below;

Praise him above, angelic host;

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Amen.