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The Anointed One.
My Prophet, Priest and King,
Who wilt Thy saints reward,
I would be absent from the flesh,
And present with the Lord.
Who wilt Thy saints reward,
I would be absent from the flesh,
And present with the Lord.
But let Thy will be done,
And let me, Lord, obey:
Yet I would hear Thee bid me come;
Why should I from Thee stay?
And let me, Lord, obey:
Yet I would hear Thee bid me come;
Why should I from Thee stay?
I love Thy holy name,
I love Thy gospel grace,
I love to think, O Lord, that I
Am of Thy chosen race.
I love Thy gospel grace,
I love to think, O Lord, that I
Am of Thy chosen race.
Let Israel raise the song,
Let all the people sing,
And every nation join to praise,
Their Prophet, Priest and King;
Let all the people sing,
And every nation join to praise,
Their Prophet, Priest and King;
Who reigns on Zion's hill.
For us he prophesied,
And now He stands and intercedes
For whom He bled and died.
For us he prophesied,
And now He stands and intercedes
For whom He bled and died.
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How blessed is His reign
Which is from sea to sea!
How great are all His gifts of grace,
Which He imparts to me!
Which is from sea to sea!
How great are all His gifts of grace,
Which He imparts to me!
April 23, 1877.
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