The Church Hymnal ‎#3a

3a. Come, my soul, thou must be waking

1 Come, my soul, thou must be waking,
Now is breaking
O'er the earth another day:
Come, to Him Who made this splendor
See thou render
All thy feeble strength can pay.

2 Pray that He may prosper ever
Each endeavor,
When thine arm is good a true;
But that He may ever thwart thee,
And convert thee,
When thou evil would'st pursue.

3 Think that He thy ways beholdeth;
He unfoldeth
Every fault that lurks within;
He the hidden shame glossed over
Can discover,
And discern each deed of sin.

4 Mayest thou on life's last morrow,
Free from sorrow,
Pass away in slumber sweet;
And, released from death's dark sadness,
Rise in gladness,
That far brighter Sun to greet.

5 Only God's free gifts abuse not,
Light refuse not,
But His Spirit's voice obey;
Thou with Him shall dwell, beholding
Light enfolding
All things in unclouded day.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, my soul, thou must be waking
• Author: F. R. L. Canitz
• Translator: H. J. Buckoll
• Meter: 8.4.7.8.4.7.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1894
• Topic: Daily Prayer: Morning

Tune Information

• Name: HAYDN
• Composer: Haydn (arr. )
• Meter: 8.4.7.8.4.7.
• Key: D Major