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God of good the unfathomed sea!
Who would not give his heart to thee?
Who would not love thee with his might?
O Jesu, lover of mankind,
Who would not his whole soul and mind,
With all his strength, to thee unite?
You deserve the highest praise
That we can give and more
Lord we give You our praise
That's what we came here for
Thou shin'st with everlasting rays;
Before the insufferable blaze
Angels with both Wings veil their eyes;
Yet free as air thy bounty streams
On all thy works; thy mercy's beams
Diffusive as thy sun's arise.
You deserve the highest praise
That we can give and more
Lord we give You our praise
That's what we came here for
Astonished at thy frowning brow,
Earth, hell, and heaven's strong pillars bow;
Terrible majesty is thine!
Who then can that vast love express
Which bows thee down to me, who less
Than nothing am, till thou art mine?
You deserve the highest praise
That we can give and more
Lord we give You our praise
That's what we came here for
High throned on heaven's eternal hill,
In number, weight, and measure still
Thou sweetly orderest all that is:
And yet thou deign'st to come to me,
And guide my steps, that I, with thee
Enthroned, may reign in endless bliss.
You deserve the highest praise
That we can give and more
Lord we give You our praise
That's what we came here for
Fountain of good! all blessing flows
From thee; no want thy fulness knows;
What but thyself canst thou desire?
Yes; self-sufficient as thou art,
Thou dost desire my worthless heart;
This, only this, dost thou require.
You deserve the highest praise
That we can give and more
Lord we give You our praise
That's what we came here for
Primeval Beauty! in thy sight
The first-born, fairest sons of light
See all their brightest glories fade:
What then to me thine eyes could turn,
In sin conceived, of woman born,
A worm, a leaf, a blast, a shade?
You deserve the highest praise
That we can give and more
Lord we give You our praise
That's what we came here for
Hell's armies tremble at thy nod,
And trembling own the Almighty God,
Sovereign of earth, hell, air, and sky:
But who is this that comes from far,
Whose garments rolled in blood appear?
'Tis God made man, for man to die!
You deserve the highest praise
That we can give and more
Lord we give You our praise
That's what we came here for
O God, of good the unfathomed sea!
Who would not give his heart to thee?
Who would not love thee with his might?
O Jesu, lover of mankind,
Who would not his whole soul and mind,
With all his strength, to thee unite?
You deserve the highest praise
That we can give and more
Lord we give You our praise
That's what we came here for
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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| 1889 | # 38 |
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