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A HYMN OF PRAISE.
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A HYMN OF PRAISE.
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Because thine only Son thou didst not spare,
But sent him down to die,
Great King of Heaven, didst yet for rebels care,
And bring the aliens nigh—
Therefore thy sovereign bounty we will praise,
And of thy mercies sing,
Telling of this thy love through endless days,
O God our King!
But sent him down to die,
Great King of Heaven, didst yet for rebels care,
And bring the aliens nigh—
Therefore thy sovereign bounty we will praise,
And of thy mercies sing,
Telling of this thy love through endless days,
O God our King!
Because Thou dost thy gracious care bestow,
And thy protecting arm
Extend to us in every time of woe,
Of danger and alarm—
We will make mention of thy glorious name,
To Thee our praises yield—
Thou art a refuge ever found the same,
O God our Shield.
And thy protecting arm
Extend to us in every time of woe,
Of danger and alarm—
We will make mention of thy glorious name,
To Thee our praises yield—
Thou art a refuge ever found the same,
O God our Shield.
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Because Thou hast prepar'd for us a place,
Where toil and turmoil cease,
Where strife must flee away before thy face,
And conflict change to peace—
We will remember this thy love, and pray,
“Father thy name be blest,
Hasten the dawning of Redemption's day,
O God our Rest!”
Where toil and turmoil cease,
Where strife must flee away before thy face,
And conflict change to peace—
We will remember this thy love, and pray,
“Father thy name be blest,
Hasten the dawning of Redemption's day,
O God our Rest!”
Because thy grace Thou didst to us extend,
And bid us sinners live,
Because Thou wilt preserve us to the end,
And thy free spirit give—
Therefore with angels will we praise thy name,
Before thy footstool fall,
And raise our songs to thee with loud acclaim,
O God our All!
And bid us sinners live,
Because Thou wilt preserve us to the end,
And thy free spirit give—
Therefore with angels will we praise thy name,
Before thy footstool fall,
And raise our songs to thee with loud acclaim,
O God our All!
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