Text: | In Spiritual Deadness |
Author: | Anonymous |
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!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | O Thou, who all things dost control |
Title: | In Spiritual Deadness |
Author: | Anonymous |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1866 |