Rest for the toiling hand
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Rest for the toiling hand,Rest for the anxious brow,Rest for the weary, way-worn feet,Rest from all labor now.
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Rest for the fevered brain,Rest for the throbbing eye;Thro' these parched lips of thine no moreShall pass the moan or sigh.
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Soon shall the trump of GodGive out the welcome soundThat shakes thy silent chamber walls,And breaks the turf-sealed ground.
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Ye dwellers in the dust.Awake! come forth and sing;Sharp has your frost of winter been,But bright shall be your spring.
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'T was sown in weakness here,'T will then be raised in power;That which was sown an earthly seed,Shall rise a heavenly flower!