And live this day as if the last;
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great day thyself prepare.
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
Think how all-seeing God thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praise to the eternal King.
All I design, or do, or say,
That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host:
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.