"Hymn for Morning"
di Thomas Ken (1637-1711)

Wake my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay this morning sacrifice. Redeem thy misspent moments past And live this day as if the last; Improve thy talent with due care; For the great day thyself prepare. Let all thy converse be sincere, Thy conscience as the noon-day clear; Think how all-seeing 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 praises to the eternal king. Amen.