HYMN 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.