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XIX.

[Thee, Father of men]

Thee, Father of men
And angels, we praise;
Whose wonders are seen
In nature and grace,
Throughout Thy creation;
Whose goodness we prove,
And boundless compassion,
And infinite love.
Thee, Jesus the Son
Of God, we confess;
Whose passion alone
Hath purchased our peace;

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With cherubs before Thee
And seraphs we fall,
And prostrate adore Thee
The Saviour of all.
O Spirit of might,
Of joy, and of love,
Who guidest us right
To mansions above,
Whose hallowing graces
For heaven prepare,—
We pay Thee our praises
Till glorified there.
There, there we shall see
The Substance Divine,
And, fashion'd like Thee,
Transcendently shine;
Thy personal essence
Be bold to explain,
And wrapp'd in Thy presence
Eternally reign.