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Great is the light that is gently awakeningSlumberers many from earth's weary dream;Sweet is the voice of Truth's angel calling,"Come unto me," and thee will I redeem.

God is our Father, and sweet tender Mother,We in His arms safely, surely, can rest.Gently He holds us secure from all danger,Comforts and soothes us upon His dear breast.

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