2. Then haste, my soul, thy song to raise Nor spare in thy Redeemer’s praise To pour thy due oblation; For glory, Lord, to Thee belongs, Thy praise resounds in grateful songs, With pious emulation, Joy rings Glad strings; Voices sounding, Hearts rebounding, Thus all nature Sings Thy praise, O great Creator. 3. Unconscious, I securely slept Nor saw the cruel foes which kept Close watch about my slumber; Though evil spirits, through the night, With fiendish craft and watchful spite, Came round me without number; Whose hands In bands, Mischief brewing For my ruin, Had enslaved me, Hadst not Thou stood by and saved me. 4. For, Jesus, Thou with saving power Wast near me in that threatening hour, Didst save me from their fury; And I reposed in quiet sleep Whilst Thou unwearied watch didst keep; To Thee all praise and glory! Lord, all My soul, Upward springing, Loudly singing, Shall adore Thee, While on earth I walk before Thee. 5. This day my Fortress, Lord, abide, Now ope Thy gates of mercy wide, Within their shelter place me; My Castle and my Rock Thou art, Oh, let no foeman’s treacherous dart From Thee, my Stronghold, chase me! Help, Lord, Afford! Near me tarry Blows to parry, While around me Sword and armor sore confound me. 6. Pour down Thy grace in cheering streams And warm my heart with mercy’s beams From heaven, Thy throne of beauty; Let Thy good Spirit guide my will That I, whate’er my station, still May seek my joy in duty. Send light And might That each measure, Scheme and pleasure, Heavenward tending, Still in Thee may find its ending. 7. Keep grief, if this may be, away; If not, Thy will be done, I say, My choice to Thine resigning. O come and like the morning dew Refresh my heart and make it new, That I may, unrepining, Bear cross And loss Till that morrow Chase all sorrow, When upraisèd Where Thy name is ever praisèd. 8. Meanwhile, my heart, both sing and leap, Mid cross and loss good courage keep, To heaven’s bright gate you hasten; Then lay desponding care aside, God ever thus His own hath tried And those He loves doth chasten; Hope still Midst ill, Calm, though grieving, Firm believing Tribulation Is the road to sure salvation. B. Wiesenmeyer, 1653; F. E. Cox, tr., a. 25 S. M. We lift our hearts to Thee, O Day-star from on high! The sun itself is but Thy shade, Yet cheers both earth and sky. 2. O let Thy rising beams The night of sin disperse, The mists of error and of vice, Which shade the universe.