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PRAISE THE BOND OF UNITY.
Oh, could we catch the song,
Sung by the saints above,
Where mortal discords never wrong
The ear of “perfect love”;
Praise to the Great I Am
Their one harmonious theme,
Eternal glory to the Lamb
Who suffered to redeem!
Sung by the saints above,
Where mortal discords never wrong
The ear of “perfect love”;
Praise to the Great I Am
Their one harmonious theme,
Eternal glory to the Lamb
Who suffered to redeem!
There is a peaceful height,
Amid earth's tumults found,
Where Christian tongues may now unite
Without a jarring sound—
Praising the Great I Am,
The God of grace and love,
Ascribing glory to the Lamb,
And the all-holy Dove.
Amid earth's tumults found,
Where Christian tongues may now unite
Without a jarring sound—
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The God of grace and love,
Ascribing glory to the Lamb,
And the all-holy Dove.
Thick mists no more divide,
On the clear top we meet,
And the blest prospect, side by side,
And “eye to eye” we greet;
We praise the Great I Am
With one united voice,
And magnify the dying Lamb,
And in His Cross rejoice.
On the clear top we meet,
And the blest prospect, side by side,
And “eye to eye” we greet;
We praise the Great I Am
With one united voice,
And magnify the dying Lamb,
And in His Cross rejoice.
Oh, let us climb that hill,
That happy hill of praise,
Where each discordant note is still
'Neath Love's unclouded rays;
While to the Great I Am
Glad anthems fill the air,
And the high praises of the Lamb
Our grateful homage share.
That happy hill of praise,
Where each discordant note is still
'Neath Love's unclouded rays;
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Glad anthems fill the air,
And the high praises of the Lamb
Our grateful homage share.
Our ears have heard the fame—
Our eyes when shall they see
God's saints on earth of every name
Dwelling in unity?
When to the Great I Am
All lift the ceaseless breath
Of mingled “praises” through the Lamb
Which “God inhabiteth.”
Our eyes when shall they see
God's saints on earth of every name
Dwelling in unity?
When to the Great I Am
All lift the ceaseless breath
Of mingled “praises” through the Lamb
Which “God inhabiteth.”
'Mid praises God will dwell,
And where He dwells is peace;
Let praise, like music, heavenward swell,
And jarring strife will cease—
Praise to the Great I Am
Our one harmonious theme,
Eternal glory to the Lamb
Who suffered to redeem!
And where He dwells is peace;
Let praise, like music, heavenward swell,
And jarring strife will cease—
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Our one harmonious theme,
Eternal glory to the Lamb
Who suffered to redeem!
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