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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! |
