Have I been sleeping through the last act of my life on earth?
Will thoughtless stupor conquer me, to Satan's awful mirth?
Can chains I forged myself be broken, have I dug my own grave
with doubts and pride so intermingled they make of me a slave?
The sunrise, not the sunset, is my lodestone still today.
Alarm clocks of the Gospel wake me up along the way.
I put my trust in Christ and know I still can make the choice
to rouse my heart and mind and soul until I shall rejoice!
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