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Poems.
Brightly breaks the golden morn With its promise and its word;Soul, arise thee with its dawn And mount upward to thy Lord.
EASTER.
Let me arise, O Savior, As Thou arisen art,And let me plead Thy favor For this my waiting heart.
From out this worldly prison, Its care and sin set free,In the sweet Christ arisen My soul at peace would be.
Oh let me feel Thee guiding, And help me to press on,With faith in thee confiding Until the end be won.
And when for me at even The curtains shall be drawnO grant that in Thy Heaven I greet an Easter morn!
