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| Stanza | Denson | Cooper | ||||
| 1 |
Awake my Soul, and with the Sun, Thy daily stage of Duty run; Shake off dull Sloth, and early rife, To pay thy Morning Sacrifice. |
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| 2 |
Redeem thy mis-spent time that's past, Live this day, as if'twere thy last; T' improve thy Talent take due care, 'Gainst the great Day thy self prepare. |
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| 3 |
Let all thy ConStanza be sincere, Thy Conscience as the Noon-day clear; Think how all-seeing God thy ways, And all thy secret Thoughts surveys. |
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| 4 |
Influenc'd by the Light Divine, Let thy own Light in good Works shine: Reflect all Heaven's propitious ways, In ardent Love, and cheerful Praise. |
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| 5 |
Wake and lift up thy self my Heart, And with the Angels bear thy part; Who all night long unwearied sing, Glory to the Eternal King. |
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| 6 |
I wake, I wake, ye Heavenly Choir, May your Devotion me inspire, That I like you my Age may spend, Like you may on my God attend. |
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| 7 |
May I like you in God delight, Have all day long my God in fight, Perform like you my Makers Will, O may I never more do ill. |
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| 8 |
Had I your Wings, to Heaven I'd flie, But God shall that defect supply, And my Soul wing'd with warm desire, Shall all day long to Heav'n aspire. |
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| 9 |
Glory to thee who safe hast kept, And hast refresh'd me whilst I slept. Grant Lord, when I from Death shall wake, I may of endless Light partake. |
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| 10 |
I would not wake, nor rise again, Ev'n Heav'n it self I would disdain, Wert not thou there to be enjoy'd, And I in Hymns to be imploy'd. |
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| 11 |
Heav'n is, dear Lord, where e'er Thou art, O never then from me depart; For to my Soul 'tis Hell to be, But for one moment without thee. |
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| 12 |
Lord I my Vows to thee renew, Scatter my Sins as Morning Dew, Guard my first springs of Thought, and Will, And with thy self my Spirit fill. |
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| 13 |
Direct, controul, suggest this Day, All I design, or do, or say; That all my Powers, with all their might, In thy sole Glory may unite. |
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| 14 |
Praise God, from whom all Blessings flow, Praise him all Creatures here below, Praise him above y' Angelic Host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. |
Old Hundred 49t, Stanza 2 |
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