674		LM
	AWAKE, my soul, to God draw near,     Your Saviour’s day of praise is here; Shake off dull sloth and joyful rise, To pay your spiritual sacrifice.
2	Your precious time mis-spent redeem, Each present day your last esteem; Improve your talent with due care; For the great Day yourself prepare.
3	In conversation be sincere, Keep conscience as the noonday clear; Think how all-seeing God your ways And all your secret thoughts surveys.
4	By influence of the Light divine Let your own light to others shine; Reflect all Heaven’s propitious rays In ardent love and cheerful praise.
5	Lord, I my vows to Thee renew; Disperse my sins as morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill.
6	Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say, That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite.
7	Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
	Thomas Ken, 1637-1710, (from ‘A Morning Hymn’, v 1 adapted for the Lord’s Day.)