Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy dai­ly stage of du­ty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joy­ful rise, To pay thy morn­ing sac­ri­fice. … Direct, con­trol, sug­gest, this day, All I de­sign, or do, or say, That all my pow­ers, with all their might, In Thy sole glo­ry may unite.

“AWAKE, MY SOUL” BY THOMAS KEN (1674)