Awake, my heart, in joyful days
To Him who blesses all that days.
His lovingkindness crowneth thee
With daily mercies rich and free
Awake, to worship with the morn,
And consecrate the day new-born.
Again at eve in prayer be found,
As shadows curtain earth around.
For some neglect and idly sleep.
Lift up to God, in sacred tryst,
Thy priestly ministry in Christ.
Awake, His all-wise will to see
In all that He assigns for thee.
Whate'er His providence permits
Designs for thee fresh benefits.
Awake to trust and love and serve,
For can His mercies less deserve?
Till yonder, perfected in love,
Thy heart awakes in heaven above.
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