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Rh And ope he cut with sword my breast,

And out he took my trembling heart,

And a coal with flaming blaze

Into the opened breast he shoved.

Like a corpse I lay in the desert.

And the voice of God unto me called:

Arise, О prophet, and listen, and guide.

Be thou filled with my will,

And going over land and sea

Fire with the word the hearts of men!