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; He unfoldeth Every fault that lurks within; He the hidden shame glossed over Can discover, And discern each deed of sin.
5. Mayest thou on life's last morrow,
6. Only God's free gifts abuse not, |