Psalmodia Germanica ‎#176

176. Rouse thy self, my Soul, and gather

I. Rouse thy self, my Soul, and gather
All thy Senses from abroad,
To adore thy Heav'nly Father,
And the Goodness of thy God,
For preserving Thee this Day,
Chasing Satan's Host away,
That their Malice and Delusion
Cou'd not put Thee to Confusion.

II. Blessed be thy gracious Favour,
Father of Eternity!
That thou'st helpt me in my Labour,
And my great Necessity;
That in all my Care and Grief
Thou hast sent me sure Relief,
And remov'd, on all Occasion,
What might frustrate my Salvation.

III. None of all the skill'd in Numbers,
Nor the Sons of Eloquence
Can express or count the Wonders
Of thy gracious providence.
O, thy Mercies are too great
For us Mortals to repeat.
Let us then adore in Spirit
What's above our Sense and Merit.

IV. Now this tiresome Day is finish'd,
Gloomy Night draws on apace;
Chearful Day Light is diminish'd,
And the sun has hid his Face.
Lord, endow me with thy Love,
That the Instances I prove
Of thy Care and thy Protection
work in me a pure Subjection.

V. Pardon, Lord, each sad Transgression,
Whether open or unknown,
With the Weight of whose Oppression
I all Night in secret moan;
So that Satan's fiery Dart
Often pierces through my Heart,
And disturbs the blest Intention
Of thy Grace and thy Redemption.

VI. Tho' I've stray'd and thee denied;
As I willingly return,
For his Sake who for me died,
Let thy Wrath no longer burn;
I confess the Guilt of Sin;
But thy Grace can make me clean,
Which exceeds, beyond Expression,
All the Poison of Transgression.

VII. Author of illumination,
Light of Light, eternal Word,
Soul and Body's Preservation
I commit to thee, O Lord:
My Redeemer, dwell in me,
That I sleep and wake with Thee,
And enjoy thy Consolation
In the Night of Perturbation.

VIII. Guard me from the Snares of Satan,
And the Pow'r of Sin and Hell;
Which raise Dreams I never thought on,
And abominate to tell.
Let me never lose the Sight
Of thy good and gracious Light.
Having thee, I can be quiet
'Midst the Furies-Storm and Riot.

IX. When I close mine Eyes to slumber,
And my Senses fall asleep,
Let my Heart, awake, the Number
Of thy mercies tell and keep.
Fill me with thy sacred Love,
That I dream of what's above,
And keep close to Thee my Saviour
Even in my Nights Behaviour.

X. Grant, that under thy Protection,
I enjoy a quiet Rest;
Guard me from Night-Sin's Infection;
Number me among the Blest;
Soul and Body, Heart and Mind
Keep from harm of ev'ry Kind
Friends and Foes and each Relation
Visit with thy new Creation.

XI. Let no frightful Rumour wake me
From within or from abroad;
Let no Sickness overtake me;
Lord, be thou my sure Abode.
Fire and Water, pestilence,
Death that's sudden off me fence,
Lest I dye in my Transgression,
And fall short of thy Possession.

XII. Father, hear the Supplication
Of thy poor unworthy Child.
JESU! through thy Meditation,
Make me truly reconcil'd.
Holy Ghost, of equal Praise,
I depend upon thy Grace.
Sacred Three! be pleas'd to say then:
Even so it shall be. AMEN!

Text Information

• First Line: Rouse thy self, my Soul, and gather
• German Title: Werde munter mein Gemüthe
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1756
• Topic: Evening Hymn
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: [Rouse thy self, my Soul, and gather]
• Key: G Major