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Awake, my drowsy soul, awake,
And view the threatening scene:
Legions of foes encamp around,
And treachery lurks within.
‘Tis not this mortal life alone
These enemies assail;
How canst thou hope for future bliss,
If their attempts prevail?
Then to the work of God awake —
Behold thy Master near —
The various, arduous task pursue
With vigour, and with fear.
The awful register goes on,
The account will surely come;
And opening day, or closing night
May bear me to my doom.
Tremendous thought! how deep it strikes;
Yet like a dream it flies,
Till God’s own voice the slumbers chase
From these deluded eyes.
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LYRICS
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1851 | # 285 |
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