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Great God, thy watchful care we bless,
Which guards these sacred courts in peace;
Nor dare tumultuous foes invade,
To fill thy worshippers with dread.
These walls we to thy honour raise,
Long may they echo to thy praise!
And thou, descending, fill the place
With choicest tokens of thy grace.
And in the great decisive day,
When God the nations shall survey,
May it before the world appear,
That crowds were born to glory here.
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LYRICS
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1889 | # 994 |
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