| From the depths of slumber
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| As I ascend the spiral stairways of wakefulness
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| I will whisper:
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| God! |
| God! |
| God!
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| Thou art the food, and when I break my fast
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| Of nightly separation from Thee
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| I will taste Thee, and mentally say:
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| God! |
| God! |
| God!
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| No matter where I go, the spotlight of my mind
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| Will ever keep turning on Thee;
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| And in the battle din of activity, my silent war-cry will be:
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| God! |
| God! |
| God!
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| When boisterous storms of trials shriek
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| And when worries howl at me
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| I will drown their noises, loudly chanting:
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| God! |
| God! |
| God!
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| When my mind weaves dreams
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| With threads of memories
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| Then on that magic cloth will I emboss:
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| God! |
| God! |
| God!
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| Every night, in time of deepest sleep
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| My peace dreams and calls, Joy! |
| Joy! |
| Joy!
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| And my joy comes singing evermore:
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| God! |
| God! |
| God!
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| In waking, eating, working, dreaming, sleeping
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| Serving, meditating, chanting, divinely loving
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| My soul will constantly hum, unheard by any:
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| God! |
| God! |
| God! |