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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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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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Name:
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MORNING HYMN
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1785
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 74 | No key | | # 2 | No key | | # 265 | A | | # 3 | Ab | | # 672 | G | | # 555 | G | | # 931 | G | | # 68 | No key |
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