Hast thou been sunk in sleep, Beset by dreams of weakness and of pain? A captive to the darkness that would keep Thee sleeping? Now as night begins to wane, And dawn waits silently, Thou must awake, for Truth is calling thee.

Hast thou been sitting still, Held by a weight that looked too great to raise; Not knowing God's eternal power to fill Each longing heart with songs of joy and praise? Catch now that melody And, singing, rise, for Life hath work for thee.

November 5, 1932

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