3. Come, my soul, thou must be waking
8.4.7.8.4.7
Haydn:
arr. from Franz Joseph Haydn, 1791
Carman:
Peter C. Lutkin, 1895
German, F. R. L. Canitz (1654-1699);
Tr. Henry J. Buckoll, 1838
Come, my soul, thou must be waking. Now is breaking O'er the earth another day: Come, to him who made this splendor, See thou render All thy feeble strength can pay. | Gladly hail the sun 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; And 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. | |