The val­ley of vi­sion
Is dus­ty and dry,
The dead are laid there
’Neath the storms of the sky;
Come the sun­shine and rain
And the sea­sons and years,
But no sign of life
In the val­ley ap­pears.

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But these that are dead
May have life now again,
If Thy Spir­it breathe
And Thy Word shall pro­claim;
Then breathe in these slain,
For they’re dead in sin,
Cause life to abound
Where de­struct­ion has been.

Was Is­ra­el lost
And her hope pe­rished quite?
Did God with His judg­ment
Her sins thus re­quite?
Are we not more fa­vored
Than they that were slain?
Then help us the bless­ing
Of grace to ob­tain.

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The world, with its mul­ti­tude,
Needs the same Word,
A great­er than pro­phet’s
Evangel is heard;
Awake from the dead,
Thou that sleep­est, arise,
Christ gives to thee light,
Is thy guide to the skies.

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