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A SONG IN THE MORNING.
Awake, poor Soul, the Shadows flee,
Dawn kindles in the sky,
Lift up the drooping head, and see
Redemption draweth nigh!
Dawn kindles in the sky,
Lift up the drooping head, and see
Redemption draweth nigh!
A little further we must bear
The load, and do our best;
Then take immortal solace where
The Weary are at rest.
The load, and do our best;
Then take immortal solace where
The Weary are at rest.
A few more Meetings on the Deep,
And partings on the shore;
And then in Heaven at last we keep
Our tryst for evermore.
And partings on the shore;
And then in Heaven at last we keep
Our tryst for evermore.
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And we shall see the lifted head
Once bowed to show His face;
And feel the arms in death He spread,
Close round us in embrace!
Once bowed to show His face;
And feel the arms in death He spread,
Close round us in embrace!
The Devil, standing in our light,
And darkening all our day,
Shall wave his wings for final flight;
His shadow pass away.
And darkening all our day,
Shall wave his wings for final flight;
His shadow pass away.
Our Pilgrimage will soon be past,
Our worst afflictions borne;
Some weary Night, 'twill be our last,
And then Eternal Morn.
Our worst afflictions borne;
Some weary Night, 'twill be our last,
And then Eternal Morn.
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