I bought this book a few years ago. It has been waiting patiently for me.
Songs of Three Centuries, edited by John Greenleaf Whittier.
I didn’t go looking for it. The book found me.
Things I like about the book:
- Marbled book boards. Isn’t it pretty?
- Inscription — I’m a sucker for inscriptions, especially really old ones. 140 years ago, MHW suspected that Emma would love the poems inside and gave her the book for Christmas. She held it in her hands and leafed through it, knowing she would come back to some of the poems over and over again.
- Poems — I really love the language of older poetry.
About a month ago, I started reading a poem (or two) a day from it.
Then I got stuck on this one.
Go ahead. Sing it out loud to the tune of Old 100th. It’ll be stuck in your head, too.
by Thomas Ken
Awake, my soul! and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart;
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praise to the eternal King.
All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept.
And hast refreshed me whilst I slept:
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.
Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Disperse my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.
Direct, control, suggest, this day
All I design, or do, or say,
That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.