Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749), Hymn 30: For the Morning

Father, to Thee I lift mine eyes,
My longing eyes and restless heart,
Before the morning watch I rise,
And wait to taste how good Thou art,
To' obtain the grace I humbly claim,
The saving power of Jesu's name.

The slumber from my soul I shake,
Warn'd by Thy Spirit's inward call,
And up to righteousness awake,
And pray that I no more may fall,
Or give to sin and Satan place,
But walk in all Thy righteous ways.

O wouldst Thou, Lord, Thy servant guard
Gainst every known or secret foe,
A mind for all assaults prepared,
A sober, vigilant mind bestow,
Ever apprised of danger nigh,
And when to fight, and when to fly.

O never surfer me to sleep
Secure within the verge of hell,
But still my watchful spirit keep
In lowly awe, and loving zeal,
And bless me with that godly fear,
And plant that guardian angel here.

Attended by the sacred dread,
And wise from evil to depart,
Let me from strength to strength proceed,
And rise to purity of heart,
Through all the paths of duty move,
From humble faith to perfect love.