The thought of God awakes my life,And brings to me a joy sublime;The realm of toil, the sense of strifeAre all forgot when Thou art mine.

When I am Thine then Thou art mine,And all I am beholds Thy face,Through all my soul Thy light doth shine,And give me life and truth and grace.

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