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Awake and sing, you that dwell in dust.
Isaiah 26:19.
Rest for the toiling hand,
Rest for the anxious brow,
Rest for the weary, way-worn feet,
Rest from all labor now;
2 Soon shall the trump of God
Give out the welcome sound
That shakes thy silent chamber-walls,
And breaks the turf-sealed ground.
3 Ye dwellers in the dust,
Awake! come forth and sing;
Sharp has your frost of winter been,
But bright shall be your spring.
4 ’Twas sown in weakness here;
’Twill then be raised in power:
That which was sown an earthly seed,
Shall rise a heavenly flower.
Bonar.