*** Satan Tries to Strike ***
By the house,
By the door
coming in
across the floor
To kneel by my bed,
My guardian angel came
Carrying ways to hold the peace
of our Lord,
To restore the joy in my morn…
And, to wait no longer, but help to wake me
from a detestable dream,
from my mounting dis-ease,
As that night’s alarming sleep’s theme
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