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God eternal, Lord of all,
Lowly at Thy feet we fall;
All the earth doth worship Thee;
We amidst the throng would be.
All the holy angels cry,
“Hail, thrice holy, God most high!”
Lord of all the heavenly powers,
Be the same loud anthem ours.
Glorified apostles raise
Night and day continual praise;
Hast Thou not a mission, too,
For Thy children here to do?
With Thy prophets’ goodly line
We in mystic bond combine;
For Thou hast to babes revealed
Things that to the wise were sealed.
Martyrs, in a noble host,
Of Thy cross are heard to boast;
Since so bright the crown they wear,
Early we Thy cross would bear.
All Thy Church in Heav’n and earth
Jesus, hail Thy spotless birth,
Own the God Who all has made,
And the Spirit’s soothing aid.
Offspring of a virgin’s womb,
Slain, and Victor o’er the tomb,
Seated on the judgment throne,
Number us among Thine own.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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6th cent,1848
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Bible Refs:
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Zech 6:5;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ROSEBANK
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1907
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