Let Me Awake

When night has spent its seeming spell
And songbirds rise their joy to tell,
When crimson dawn the chill mist breaks;
My thought awakes!

When darkness dwells within my thought,
Pretending that my hope means naught,
Then comes a gleam—God's way I take;
Let me awake!

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