Let Me Awake

When night has spent its seeming spellAnd 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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