Come, My Soul, Thou Must Be Waking

Come, my soul, thou must be waking;

Now is breaking
Over the earth another day;
Come to him who made this splendor;
See thou render
All thy feeble strength can pay.

Gladly hail the sun returning;
Ready burning
Be the incense of thy powers;
For the night is safely ended;
God hath tended
With his care thy helpless hours.

Pray that he may prosper ever
Each endeavor,
When thine aim is good and true;
But that he may ever thwart thee,
And convert thee,
When thou evil wouldst pursue.

Only God’s free gifts abuse not,
Light refuse not,
But this Spirit’s voice obey;
Thou with him shalt dwell, beholding
Light enfolding
All things in unclouded day.

~Words: Friedrich von Canitz (Translators: Henry James Buckoll and Thomas Arnold) & Music: Joseph Haydn