CCCLXII. A Morning HYMN, to be used at awaking and rising.

AWAKE, my Soul, to meet the Day;
Unfold thy drowsy Eyes,
And burst the pond'rous Chain, that loads
Thine active Faculties.

GOD'S guardian Shield was round me spread
In my defenceless Sleep:
Let him have all my waking Hours,
Who doth my Slumbers keep.

[The Work of each immortal Soul
Attentive Care demands;
Think then what painful Labours wait
The faithful Pastor's Hands.]

My Moments fly with winged Pace,
And swift my Hours are hurl'd;
And Death with rapid March comes on
T' unveil th' eternal World.

I for this Hour must give Account
Before GOD'S awful Throne;
Let not this Hour neglected pass,
As Thousands more have done.

Pardon, O GOD, my former Sloth,
And arm my Soul with Grace;
As, rising now, I seal my Vows
To prosecute thy Ways.

Bright Sun of Righteousness, arise;
Thy radiant Beams display,
And guide my dark bewilder'd Soul
To everlasting Day.