Hymn 17

Awake, my soul, to God draw near

Thomas Ken

Verse 1

Awake, my soul, to God draw near,

Your Saviour's day of praise is here;

Shake off dull sloth and joyful rise,

To pay your spiritual sacrifice.

Verse 2

Your precious time mis-spent redeem,

Each present day your last esteem;

Improve your talent with due care;

For the great day yourself prepare.

Verse 3

In conversation be sincere,

Keep conscience as the noonday clear;

Think how all-seeing God your ways

And all your secret thoughts surveys.

Verse 4

By influence of the light divine

Let your own light to others shine;

Reflect all heaven’s propitious rays

In ardent love and cheerful praise.

Verse 5

Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;

Disperse my sins as morning dew;

Guard my first springs of thought and will,

And with Thyself my spirit fill.

Verse 6

Direct, control, suggest, this day,

All I design, or do, or say,

That all my powers, with all their might

In Thy sole glory may unite.

Verse 7

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.