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707.

[But O! our feeble strains of praise]

Blessed be Thy glorious name, which is exalted, &c. —ix. 5.

But O! our feeble strains of praise,
How short of Thee they fall!
Let angels stronger voices raise,
To hymn the Lord of all:
Thou challengest the loftiest song
Of that celestial host;
Yet still Thy majesty they wrong,
When they exalt it most.