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My God, my King,
Thy praise I sing,
My heart is all Thine own;
My highest powers,
My choicest hours
I yield to Thee alone.
My voice awake,
Thy part to take;
My soul the concert join;
Till all around
Shall catch the sound,
And mix their hymns with mine.
But man is weak
Thy praise to speak;
Your God, ye angels, sing;
‘Tis yours to see,
More near than we,
The glories of our King.
His truth and grace
Fill time and space;
As large His honours be,
Till all that live
Their homage give,
And praise my God with me.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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4 4 6 4 4 6
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Dates:
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1833,1845
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 68:24;
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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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| 1954 | # 425 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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SPRINGTIME HOUR
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Meter:
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4 4 6 4 4 6
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Dates:
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 425 | G |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
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