By A Collection of Hymns

      6-8s.
      1 FATHER, to thee I lift mine eyes,
      My longing eyes, and restless heart;
      Before the morning watch I rise,
      And wait to taste how good thou art,
      To obtain the grace I humbly claim,
      The saving power of Jesu's name.

      2 This slumber from my soul O shake!
      Warn by thy Spirit's inward call;
      Let me to righteousness awake,
      And pray that I no more may fall,
      Or give to sin or Satan place,
      But walk in all thy righteous ways.

      3 O wouldst thou, Lord, thy servant guard,
      'Gainst every known or secret foe!
      A mind for all assaults prepared,
      A sober, vigilant mind bestow,
      Ever apprized of danger nigh,
      And when to fight, and when to fly.

      4 O never suffer me to sleep
      Secure within the verge of hell!
      But still my watchful spirit keep
      In lowly awe and loving zeal;
      And bless me with a godly fear,
      And plant that guardian-angel here.

      5 Attended by the sacred dread,
      And wise from evil to depart,
      Let me from strength to strength proceed,
      And rise to purity of heart;
      Through all the paths of duty move,
      From humble faith to perfect love.