Awake, my soul, and with the sun

Thy daily stage of duty run:

Shake off dull sloth, and early rise,

To pay thy morning sacrifice.

Redeem thy misspent moments past,

And live this day as if thy last;

Thy talents to improve take care;

For the great day thyself prepare.

Let all thy converse be sincere,

Thy conscience as the noonday clear;

For God’s all-seeing eye surveys

Thy secret thoughts, thy words and ways.

Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,

And with the angels take thy part;

Who all night long unwearied sing

High glory to the eternal King.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;

Praise him, all creatures here below;

Praise him above, ye heavenly host;

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.