Hymnal: Psalmodia Germanica #167 (1732) Lyrics: I My Soul, awake, and tender
To God, thy great Defender,
Thy Prayer and Thanksgiving,
Because thou art still living.
II. Last Night, when lying senseless,
And utterly defencelsss,
I was in greatest Danger,
From Darkness and its Ranger.
III. Nay, when that Lion's fury
Was ready to devour me;
Thy gracious Condescention
Has cross'd his foul Intention.
IV. Thou said'st: My Child, be easy;
My Presence shall release Thee
From frightful Pain and Evil,
In Spite of Hell and Devil.
V. Thou, Lord, hast kept thy Promise;
In vain was Satan's Malice;
With Joy I now discover
Thy Light, O Lord, my Lover.
VI. My Thanks shall be the spices
Of Morning Sacrifices;
My deep Humiliation
Sues for thine Acceptation.
VII. In gracious condescension
Despise not my Intention;
Nor Body, Soul, nor Spirit
Can boat of any Merit.
VIII. Fulfil in me thy Pleasure;
Thy Mercy be my Treasure;
Thy Angel guard my Goings
From Satan's guileful Doings.
IX. Bless ev'ry Thought and Action;
Thy Will be my Direction:
Beginning, Middle, Ending
To Thee alone be tending.
X. Thy Bliss be my Salvation;
My Heart thy Habitation:
Thy Word my Food and Relish,
Till thou destroy'st what's Hellish. Topics: Morning Hymn Languages: English Tune Title: [My Soul, awake, and tender]
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