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While the stars unnumbered roll
Round the ever-constant pole,
Far above these spangled skies
All my thoughts to God shall rise.
From on high He shall impart
Secret comfort to my heart;
He in these serenest hours
Guide my spiritual powers.
He His spirit doth diffuse,
Sweeter far than midnight dews;
Lifting all my thoughts above;
On the wings of faith and love.
What if death my sleep invade;—
Should I be of death afraid?
Whilst encircled by Thine arm,
Death may strike, but cannot harm.
Visions brighter than the morn
Greet the deathless spirit born;
See, the guardian angel nigh
Waits to waft my soul on high!
With Thy heavenly presence blest,
Death is life, and labour, rest;
Welcome sleep or death to me,
Still secure, for still with Thee!
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7 7 7 7
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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