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Awake Sound Sleeper! hark, what Dismal knells,
Arrests thy drowsie sences, and compells,
Unbiden Tears to flow, from such a Source
As doth deny Nature her freer Course.
Ah me! to[o] well I know, my Dearest friend,
In whom my Joyes did terminate and End,
Hath payd to Death her Dues; Thus God Decrees,
To some their minutes to other some Degrees.
So Irriversible is this our Doome,
That in our Loftiest hopes we find our Tombe!
Death rangeth here and there and Nips those Buds
Who might have prov'd worthy, Thrice worthy Studs,

Because of the first, the fear of wreck,
which they taught us to fear (though we learned
at once, and easily),
because of the wreck
that was expected (and metal given velocity
and heft to assure it) —
we became adepts in
rise above : how many versions: the church
steeple that took the eye straight up to
heaven (though it seemed snagged on
the cross-beam of that cross, torn blue
at the top, where sense leaked out). And
rise above , transcendence, on that higher

1. Awake my soul, betimes awake,
2. To him lift up thy voice of praise
Lift up thyself on high; Beg of thy God for
And well tuned heart to sing A morning song in
Jesus' sake To hear thy morning cry.
sacred lays; Thy cheerful tribute bring.

3. I laid me down and sweetly slept
In safety from all harm;
By Israel's Keeper I was kept,
Safeguarded by his arm.

4. My blessed Lord, still thou dost make
My mornings to rejoice;
Thy evening blessings I partake
And praise with joyful voice.

A WAKE , my Soul, and with the sun,
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

Thy precious time misspent, redeem;
Each present day thy last esteem;
Improve thy talent with due care,
For the great day thyself prepare.

Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
Think how all-seeing God thy ways,
And all thy secret thoughts, surveys.

By influence of the light divine,
Let thy own light to others shine;

Awake, awake, ye drowsy souls,
And hear what I shall tell.
Remember Christ the Lamb of God
Redeemed our souls from hell.
He's crowned with thorns, spit on with scorn,
The Jews have hid themselves.
So God send you all in a joyful New Year.

They bound Christ's body to a tree
And wounded him full sore;
From every wound the blood ran down
Till Christ could bleed no more.
His dying wounds they rent and tore
All covered with pearly gore.

Then Jesus He called to Thomas
And bid him come and see,

Awake, awake! thou heavy sprite
That sleep'st the deadly sleep of sin!
Rise now and walk the ways of light,
'Tis not too late yet to begin.
Seek heaven early, seek it late;
True Faith finds still an open gate.

Get up, get up, thou leaden man!
Thy track, to endless joy or pain,
Yields but the model of a span:
Yet burns out thy life's lamp in vain!
One minute bounds thy bane or bliss;
Then watch and labour while time is.

Awake, awake, good people all,
Awake and you shall hear
That Christ has died for our sins
For He loved us so dear.

So dearly, so dearly has Christ loved us
And for our sins was slain;
Christ bids us leave off our wickedness
And turn to the Lord again.

The early cock so early crows,
That is passing the night away,
For the trumpet shall sound and the dead shall be raised,
Lord, at the great judgment day.

A branch of may I have brought to you,
And at your door it stands;

Awake! arise, ye men of might!
The glorious hour is nigh, —
Your eagle pauses in his flight,
And screams his battle-cry.

From North to South, from East to West:
Send back an answering cheer,
And say farewell to peace and rest,
And banish doubt and fear.

Arm! arm! your country bids you arm!
Fling out your banners free —
Let drum and trumpet sound alarm,
O'er mountains, plain, and sea.

March onward from th' Atlantic shore,
To Rio Grande's tide —
Fight as your fathers fought of yore!

A WAKE ! arise! shake off thy dreams!
Thou art not what thou wert of yore:
Of all those rich, those dazzling beams,
That once illum'd thine aspect o'er
Show me a solitary one
Whose glory is not quenched and gone.

The harp remaineth where it fell,
With mouldering frame and broken chord;
Around the song there hangs no spell —
No laurel wreath entwines the sword;
And startlingly the footstep falls
Along thy dim and dreary halls.

When other men in future years,
In wonder ask, how this could be?

1. Aw, Sally Brown, I been a long while acourtin' ya,
Way, hay roll and go! Aw, Sally Brown, I been along
while acourtin' ya, Spent my money on
Sally Brown.

2 Aw, Sally Brown, you know you didn't ought to do,
Aw, Sally Brown, well, you know you didn't ought to do,

3 You ought not to court of the sailormen,
Oh, Sally Brown, you ought not to court of the sailormen.

4 Now, for fourteen years have I been courtin'ya!
Oh, for fourteen long years now have I been courtin'ya. . . .