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O Thou, who all things canst control,
Chase this dead slumber from my soul;
With joy and fear, with love and awe,
Give me to keep Thy perfect law.
O, may one beam of Thy blest light
Pierce through, dispel the shades of night:
Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire,
With holy, conquering zeal inspire.
For zeal I sigh, for zeal I pant;
Yet heavy is my soul and faint:
With steps unwavering, undismayed,
Give me in all Thy paths to tread.
With outstretched hands, and streaming eyes,
Oft I begin to grasp the prize;
I groan, I strive, I watch, I pray;
But ah! how soon it dies away!
The deadly slumber soon I feel
Afresh upon my spirit steal:
Rise, Lord; stir up Thy quickening power,
And wake me that I sleep no more.
Single of heart, O! may I be,
Nothing may I desire but Thee:
Far, far from me the world remove,
And all that holds me from Thy love.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1739
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1899 | # 471 |
MUSIC
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WARE
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1838
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 95 | Bb | | # 471 | Bb |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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