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WAKE my Soul, and with the Sun,

Thy daily stage of Duty run;

Shake off dull Sloth, and early rise,

To pay thy Morning Sacrifice.

Redeem thy mispent time that's past,

Live this day, as if 'twere thy last:

T'improve thy Talent take due care,

'Gainst the great Day thyself prepare.

Let all thy Converse be sincere,

Thy Conscience as the Noon-day clear;

Think how all-seeing God thy ways,

And all thy secret Thoughts surveys.

Influenc'd by the Light Divine,

Let thy own Light in good Works shine:

Reflect all Heaven's propitious ways,

In ardent Love, and chearful Praise.

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.

I wake, I wake, ye Heavenly Choire,

May your Devotion me inspire,

That I like you my Age may spend,

Like you may on my God attend.

May I like you in God delight,

Have all day long my God in sight,

Perform like you my Maker's Will,

O may I nevermore do ill.