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Holy, holy, holy is the Lord!
Sing, O ye people, gladly adore Him;
Let the mountains
tremble at His word;
Let the hills be joyful before Him;
Mighty in wisdom,
boundless in mercy,
Great is Jehovah, King over all.
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord!
Let the hills be joyful before Him.
Praise Him, praise Him!
shout aloud for joy,
Watchman of Zion, herald the story;
Sin and death His
kingdom shall destroy;
All the earth shall sing of His glory;
Praise Him, ye angels,
ye who behold Him,
Robed in His splendor,
matchless, divine.
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord!
Let the hills be joyful before Him.
King eternal,
blessèd be His Name!
So may His children
gladly adore Him;
When in Heav’n
we join the happy strain,
When we cast our
bright crowns before Him;
There in His likeness joyful awaking,
There we shall see Him,
there we shall sing:
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord!
Let the hills be joyful before Him.
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