William Billings - The Lark - ноты, текст песни (слова)

1. Awake, my soul! Awake, mine eyes
 "Tis time for morning sacrifice.
 Awake, and see the new-born light
 Spring from the darksome womb of night.
 
 2. Look up, and see the unwearied sun
 Already hath his race begun:
 The pretty lark is mounted high,
 And sings her matins in the sky.
 
 3. Arise, my soul! And thou, my voice,
 In songs of early praise rejoice!
 O great Creator! Heavenly King!
 Thy praises ever let me sing.
 
 4. Thy power hath made, Thy goodness kept
 This fenceless body while I slept;
 Yet one day more hath lent to me,
 From all the powers of darkness free.
 
 5. O keep my heart from sin secure,
 My life unblameable and pure;
 That, when my last of days is come,
 Serenely I may wait my doom.