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512.

L. M.

Anonymous.

In Spiritual Deadness.
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O Thou, who all things dost control,

Chase this dead slumber from my soul!

With reverent joy, with loving awe,

Give me to keep Thy perfect law.

O, let a ray from Thy pure light

Pierce through the gathering shades of night!

Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire,

And holy conquering faith inspire.

This deadly slumber when I feel

Afresh upon my spirit steal,

Then, Lord, descend with quickening power,

And wake me, that I sleep no more!

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