L. M. Anonymous. In Spiritual Deadness. |
1 O Thou, who all things dost control, Chase this dead slumber from my soul! With reverent joy, with loving awe, Give me to keep Thy perfect law. 2 O, let a ray from Thy pure light Pierce through the gathering shades of night! Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire, And holy conquering faith inspire. 3 This deadly slumber when I feel Afresh upon my spirit steal, Then, Lord, descend with quickening power, And wake me, that I sleep no more!
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