My R E M Debt
That deeper sleep
Oh, Lord you keep,
the glories row
was Thy bestow!
You fowled the sport
of vane retort
that I but perish
without Hope!
Oh Resurrection
not reject
the God of Glory
to report ~
This vision grant
I so repent
eternal praising
promise meant!
With a loud clap
like thunder's rap
will wake and rise
from passing's nap!
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