The second morning-song
Soul and heart
and mind and senses
Wake, awake in
joy and praise
Round God’s Ark
commence your dances
Faith and
spirit now ablaze!
Thank the Lord
that night is passed,
Early morn is in
your grasp,
See, the day grows
ever lighter,
And your mood
grows ever brighter.
I lay down and sleep
came quickly,
Over me though
God stood guard,
Would have died
had Satan pricked me
With his
sin-envenomed dart,
Had, o God, thine
angel throng
Not stood by me
all night long,
Dark all else
would have excluded
And me on
death’s list included.
Praise and
glory while I’m living
I would utter
unto thee,
Proffer unto thee
thanksgiving
While this day
is fresh to me.
Touch me with thy
spirit’s fire
For I’m burning
with desire!
Let thy glow my
lips inform
And with joy thy
law perform.
Let me now the
air be rending
With my shouting,
with my heart
To thine altar
now be wending,
Faith and
solace there impart!
Take it, Jesus, fire it well
Take it, Jesus, fire it well
In my sluggish
earthly shell,
May the
sacrifice be pleasant,
And no taste of
earth be present.
Thou
art God before Creation,
Ere
the mountains did exist
Ere
in Adam came damnation
I
was written on thy list!
In thy
son didst thou love me,
So
that I with him might be
Ever
as joint-heir included,
Hast
a pact with me concluded.
As a keepsake
I’ll enshrine it
Every day that
I see dawn,
Round my heart
I will entwine it,
Sewn around my
arm have worn!
Jesu’s love to
all below,
Is the only
thing I know
Which can stop
my soul from aching,
Though my heart
is almost breaking.
I the angel
host resemble
Not in all
points I confess,
Though I sin
imbibe and tremble
In my flesh so
weak (alas)
Grant me, God, the
strength to win
O’er the
poisoned juice of sin,
In the egg can
it be killing
Ere it Basilisks
starts spilling.
May
I always seek to arm me,
Satan’s
wiles to leave untried,
So
he falsely cannot charm me
With
his lust-inducing bride:
Pray,
o Jesus, pray for me
When
he draws near secretly
And
like wheat would seek to sift me,
So
my faith may still uplift me.
Grant me
fortune that I, even
Though I fear, ask
thee for bread,
Not be grieving
like some heathen
Though the path
of need I tread:
Bless my house
and home and wife,
Help my
children on in life,
Let all in thy
shadow purely
Live both
calmly and securely.
Dwell in us, o
God, preserve us
With thy truly
saving word,
Guide the
shepherds who shall serve us
At the table of
Our Lord.
Give our king
both strength and health,
Grant his land
both peace and wealth,
May from
wisdom’s spring his steady
And shrewd counsel
aye be ready.
Make our land
like Sion’s mount
Full of fruit
and rich delight,
All calamity
surmount,
Put our enemies
to flight,
Let no fire or
flood demand
Mastery of this
our land,
Let no pestilence
or hunger
Shorten our days’
measured number.
If misfortune would
enslave me
Fill this day with
gloom apace,
Thou, o God, alone
canst save me,
Thou canst help
in such a case,
So my foot can
surely tread
On the rightful
path ahead,
Satan from all
glee be keeping
If despondently
I’m weeping.
May I days of
peace be spending
Till my final
goal draws near,
Grant me, God,
a blessed ending,
May death’s cup
to me bring cheer!
In death’s
midst may I stand glad,
In my Saviour’s
armour clad,
Full of faith, with
joyful spirit
That great
other world inherit.
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