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Break not yet the captive's slumber—
Rosy sleep hath set him free!
Rosy sleep hath set him free!
Mortals, when those dreams are over,
Praise His name, who round us flings
Visions bright, and bids us hover
'Neath the shadow of His wings.
Soon that deep sleep will o'ertake us,
Sleep, that passeth not away,
Till the last trump shall awake us
To one bright eternal day.
Praise His name, who round us flings
Visions bright, and bids us hover
'Neath the shadow of His wings.
Soon that deep sleep will o'ertake us,
Sleep, that passeth not away,
Till the last trump shall awake us
To one bright eternal day.
