Church Hymnal 44
Awake, My Soul
Words: Isaac WattsMusic: [unclear]Tune: [unclear]C.M.
1Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2Thy precious time misspent, redeem;
Each present day thy last esteem;
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great day thyself prepare.
3Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noonday clear;
Think how all-seeing God thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
4Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praise to the eternal King.
- Words
- Isaac Watts
- Music
- [unclear]
- Tune
- [unclear]
- Meter
- C.M.
- Scripture
- Psalm 57:8; Ephesians 5:14
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The verse
- Meter
- 8.8.8.8 · the hymnal prints C.M.
- Foot
- iambic (da-DUM) · 60% of beats fit
- Rhyme
- AABB
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