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O Lord, our God, almighty King,
We fain would make this temple ring
With our adoring praise;
And joining with the ransomed host,
To Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
|: Our grateful songs we raise. :|
The heav’n of heav’ns
cannot contain
Thy majesty, and in Thy train
Thy archangel veils his face;
Yet curtained tent or temple fair,
If humble contrite hearts be there,
|: May be Thy resting place. :|
We sing Thy wondrous
works and ways;
We sing the glorious displays
Of love and power divine;
In all our past, Thy matchless grace,
Hath been vouchsafed
within this place
|: The glory e’er be Thine. :|
These courts renewed
and made more meet
For Thine abode, low at Thy feet
With prayer, to Thee we bring;
Hear and forgive; Thy love distill;
This temple with Thy glory fill;
|: Our Father and our King! :|
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6 extended
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Dates:
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1901
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Bible Refs:
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2 Ch 7:1;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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SHORTLE
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6 6
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