O Lord of life, thy quickening
voice
Awakes my morning song!
In gladsome words I would
rejoice
That I to thee belong.
I see thy light, I feel thy
wind;
The world, it is thy word;
Whatever wakes my heart and
mind,
Thy presence is, my Lord.
The living soul which I call
me
Doth love, and long to know;
It is a thought of living
thee,
Nor forth of thee can go.
Therefore I choose my highest
part,
And turn my face to thee;
Therefore I stir my inmost
heart
To worship fervently.
Lord, let me live and will
this day—
Keep rising from the dead;
Lord, make my spirit good and
gay—
Give me my daily bread.
Within my heart, speak, Lord,
speak on,
My heart alive to keep,
Till comes the night, and,
labour done,
In thee I fall asleep.
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