Awake my soul

Awake my slumbered, weary soul
Arise to beauty's song
Hear the tender calling out
Come now, fall along
Wipe the eyes of mournful bidding
Turn blessed face into the sky
Raise an open hand, expecting
Voice to reach the One on high.
He is great with arms extended
Gentle in their wholeness prove
Comforter still hold me nearer
That my troubled heart may soothe


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