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I'll speak the honors of my King,
His form divinely fair;
None of his sons of mortal race
May with the Lord compare.
Sweet is thy speech, and heav'nly grace
Upon thy lips is shed;
Thy God, with blessings infinite,
Hath crowned thy sacred head.
Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince,
Ride with majestic sway;
Thy terrors shall strike through thy foes,
And make the world obey.
Thy throne, O God, for ever stands;
Thy word of grace shall prove
A peaceful sceptre in thy hands,
To rule the saints by love.
Justice and truth attend thee still,
But mercy is thy choice;
And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill
With most peculiar joys.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1719
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 45;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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MUSIC
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Name:
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FARNBORO
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1894
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