Awake, my soul! The storm has passed.
Arise! Arise! No longer sleep –
The storm has broken off at last!
The tempest raged with surge and blast
And swollen clouds to drown and weep;
Awake, my soul, the storm has passed
And spent are the winds that hurled you fast
Upon the tempest’s darkling sweep;
The storm has broken off at last.
Despite the sorrows you’ve amassed,
Heed not the calling of the deep.
Awake, my soul, the storm has passed.
The deep! The deep! Its power vast:
It calls, my soul, but do not sleep –
The storm has broken off at last!
My soul! The suffering night is past,
And you are cleansed; no longer weep.
Awake, my soul, the storm has passed,
The storm has broken off at last.
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