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The Day
Break forth in joy my soul the sea retiresIts waters cease to roll across my head
I feel within new kindling of the fires
That seemed but forever lost and dead
Awake give forth thy joy with voice of song
There is no death for him who walks with God
Obey and shalt in the land He gives live long
And none shall lay thy head beneath the sod
Awake to sin is sleep death is the night
That round the spirit when it sins
The morning comes rise witness the delight
With which the ransomed soul the day begins
Come for the freedom waits thy spirit too
Oh see the day brings all we lost to view.
Poem No. 74; fall 1838–summer 1839
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