Illumine.

Inness, Sunrise in the Apple Orchard, 1892

Our weary limbs refreshed now with rest,
After our sleep we wake and up arise.
Our sluggish bed no longer be our nest;
We dress us, Lord, as we can best devise,
Singing devoutly hymns of service,
Beseeching thee always be us among,
Who now praise thee most heartily in song.

Our tongue praise thee, good Lord, principally,
And in thy laud most joyously resound.
Our heart and our mind, our spirit worldly,
With ardent will thee clasp and envirowne
So that no sin may throw our souls down;
All our acts which yet are following,
Begin thou, Lord, and bring to good ending.

Darkness of sin and all obscurity
Give place to light, that it may clearly shine.
The day coming, the night must needs flee;
Suffer no blame our hearts to undermine,
Illumine us, Lord, with light of grace divine,
Removing sin that stole on us by night,
And guide us, Lord, by clearness of thy light.

We pray thee and beseech thee humbly
With heart and will and our sufficans,
Our sins all to wash away and wrie 
And grant us be so perfect in creaunce 
That we may thee praise and do thy pleasance 
And perfectly give thee laud and praising
With hymns all that we may read or sing.

Anonymous, 15th c.