Come, my Soul, Thou Must be Waking
Baron Friedrich Rudolph Ludwig von Canitz, 1654-1699; tr. Henry J. Buckoll, 1838
|Come, my soul, thou must be waking|
Now is breaking
O'er the earth another day:
Come, to him who made this splendour
See thou render
All thy feeble strength can pay.
2. Gladly hail the sun returning,
3. Pray that he may prosper ever
|4. Think that he thy ways beholdeth;|
Every fault that lurks within;
He the hidden shame glossed over
And discern each deed of sin.
5. Mayest thou on life's last morrow,
6. Only God's free gifts abuse not,