He Slumbers Not

He slumbers not, aye, though I sleep,
The God who does my soul inspire.
Awake to peace and order keep,
He slumbers not, aye, though I sleep.
When in the darkest hour I weep,
He breathes upon the inner fire.
He slumbers not, aye, though I sleep,
The God who does my soul inspire.

See also
Psalm 121 (KJV).

This poem is a
Triolet
(Tree-oh-LAY or Tree-oh-LIT), meaning “little trio” in French.

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