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Let all the world abroad In cheerful praise unite To bless the name of G.o.d, Creator, Lord of might.

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He made the sea and land, The pastures rolling wide, The mountains towering, grand, The streams that ceaseless glide;

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The cattle on the hills, The flocks afield that rove, The birds, whose music fills The silence of the grove;

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The heavens that, day and night, His matchless power declare, The sun and moon, whose light Illumines everywhere.

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Let man, creation's lord, His rightful homage give To Him Whose mighty word First called his soul to live.

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And with the heavenly host, Our Sovereign Lord adore, And Son, and Holy Ghost, Both now, and evermore.

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Thou Saviour of our sinful race, We sing the fulness of Thy grace; Lord, as our songs in rapture soar, On us Thy loving-kindness pour.

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There is no merit of our own, No plea to offer, save alone That Thou hast died upon the tree, To set our sin-bound spirits free.

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O, when the world, in awful fear, Beholds the Judge of all appear, Be this our joy on that dread day, That Christ hath borne our sins away.

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When in the land of bliss divine, Our souls in robes of beauty shine, This be our song before the throne, Not ours the beauty, Thine alone.

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To Thee, O G.o.d, be glory given, And to the Christ, the King of heaven; And to the Holy Spirit, blest, Be praise for evermore exprest.

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Where the Lord reveals His presence, Glory lights the sacred place, And the soul in adoration Falls before the throne of grace.

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Seraphim, and saints in wonder, Lift their songs where Christ is set, And employ, in sacred homage, Harp, and palm, and coronet.

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Light of lights, no light approacheth,-- Sun, nor moon, nor stars of night, Flood the noon-tide and the darkness With such radiance of delight.

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Beauty of the King Immortal!

Ere we rise to where Thou art, Let the glory of Thy presence Chase the darkness from our heart.

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O Love of G.o.d, surpa.s.sing far The loves that human hearts unite, Far from our ken as yonder star That sheds its radiance on the night;

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High as the heavens, and deep as h.e.l.l, Broad as the world's infinite need,-- None but the Christ that love can tell, And none its winning power impede.

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Glory to G.o.d! that love exprest Came in the gift our need required, And in the Christ our lives are blest, And by His love are souls inspired.

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And from the manger to the cross, And at the noon-day and the night, He bore the burden of our loss, Nor shunned the anguish and despite.

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And 'twas the love of G.o.d He showed, When, crowned with shame, He meekly died;-- No gifts by bleeding love bestowed, So great as Jesus crucified.

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O G.o.d of our salvation, Who in Thy glorious might, Didst speak, and all creation Arose from brooding night; And chaos, and confusion, To form and order sped, While lo! in rich profusion The earth its beauty spread.