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Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth and joyfully rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice

Thy precious time mis-spent redeem; Each present day the last esteem; Improve thy talent with due care For the great day thyself prepare

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Let all Thy converse be sincere, Thy conscience as the noontide clear, Think how all see God Thy ways And all thy secret thoughts surveys

By influence of the light divine let Thy own light to others shine reflect all Heav'ns propitious rays in Ardent love and cheerful praise.

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Wake, and lift up thself,my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High Praise to the eternal king.

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I wake, I wake,ye heav'nly choir, May your devotion me inspire, That I, like you my age may spend, Like you may on my God attend