|Music:||Franz Josef Haydn||1791|
|OHT Incipit:|| |
Come, my soul, thou must be waking;
Now is breaking
Over the earth another day;
Come to Him Who made this splendor;
See thou render
All thy feeble powers can pay.
Thou, too, hail the light returning
Be the incense of thy powers;
For the night is safely ended,
God hath tended
With His care thy helpless hours.
Pray that He may prosper ever
When thinr aim is good and true;
But that He may ever thwart thee,
And convert thee,
when thou evil wouldst pursue.
Think that He thy ways beholdeth;
Every fault that lurks within;
He the hidden shame glossed over
and discern each deed of sin.
Only God's free gifts abuse not,
Light refuse not,
But His Spirit's voice obey;
Thou with Him shalt dwell, beholding
All things in unclouded day.
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