Often used as a doxology, this Christian hymn was written by Thomas Ken in 1674. His parents died while he was a child, so he was raised by a half-sister and her husband, who enrolled him at Winchester College, a boarding school that was more like what we (in the United States) would think of as a junior/senior high school. Later, Thomas was ordained into the ministry and returned to Winchester College as a chaplain. In 1674, he wrote three short hymns intended to encourage the devotional habits of the boys. At this time, English-language hymns were not used in worship services. Only the Psalms were sung in publish worship. Thomas Ken suggested them to be used privately, in their rooms. One was to be sung in the morning, upon waking, another at bedtime, and the third at midnight if one was still awake. All three of the hymns ended with a common stanza, which has become one of the most widely-sung verse in the Christian world, used as a doxology in many churches: 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. In 1680, Thomas Ken was appointed a chaplain to King Charles II of England, which was a difficult job since Charles kept a string of mistresses. It is said that the king once asked Ken to lodge one of his mistresses in the chaplain's residence, to which he replied, "Not for the King's Kingdom." Afterward, the king referred to him as "that little man who refused lodging to poor Nellie." James II, the next king, imprisoned him in the Tower of London because he refused to sign James' Declaration of Indulgence. Acquitted, he retired in the home of a wealthy friend until his death in 1711 His Doxology was sung at his funeral. Awake, My Soul, And With The Sun (morning hymn) 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. Thy precious time misspent, redeem, Each present day thy last esteem, Improve thy talent with due care; For the great day thyself prepare. By influence of the Light divine Let thy own light to others shine. Reflect all Heaven’s propitious ways In ardent love, and cheerful praise. In conversation be sincere; Keep conscience as the noontide clear; Think how all seeing God thy ways And all thy secret thoughts surveys. 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 has kept And hast refreshed me while I slept Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake I may of endless light partake. Heav’n is, dear Lord, where’er Thou art, O never then from me depart; For to my soul ’tis hell to be But for one moment void of Thee. 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. I would not wake nor rise again And Heaven itself I would disdain, Wert Thou not there to be enjoyed, And I in hymns to be employed. 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. All Praise To Thee, My God, This Night (bedtime hymn) All praise to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light! Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath Thine own almighty wings. Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done, That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the judgment day. O may my soul on Thee repose, And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close, Sleep that may me more vigorous make To serve my God when I awake. When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest. O when shall I, in endless day, For ever chase dark sleep away, And hymns divine with angels sing, All praise to Thee, eternal King? 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. My God, Now I From Sleep Awake (midnight hymn) Blest angels, while we silent lie, Your hallelujahs sing on high; You joyful hymn the ever-blest, Before the throne, and never rest. I with your choir celestial join, In offering up a hymn divine; With you in Heav’n I hope to dwell, And bid the night and world farewell. My soul, when I shake off this dust, Lord, in Thy arms I will entrust; O make me Thy peculiar care, Some mansion for my soul prepare. Give me a place at Thy saints’ feet, Or some fall’n angel’s vacant seat; I’ll strive to sing as loud as they, Who sit above in brighter day. O may I always ready stand, With my lamp burning in my hand; May I in sight of Heav’n rejoice, Whene’er I hear the Bridegroom’s voice. All praise to Thee, in light arrayed, Who light Thy dwelling place hast made: A boundless ocean of bright beams From Thy all glorious Godhead streams. Blest Jesus, Thou on Heav’n intent, Whole nights hast in devotion spent; But I, frail creature, soon am tired, And all my zeal is soon expired. Shine on me, Lord, new life impart, Fresh ardors kindle in my heart; One ray of Thy all quickening light Dispels the sloth and clouds of night. Lord, lest the tempter me surprise, Watch over Thine own sacrifice; All loose, all idle thoughts cast out, And make my very dreams devout. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heav’nly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.