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Father, Oh, what
boundless glory
In Thy name of love we know,
No more sweet,
more wondrous story,
Than Thy heart revealed below.
Thou whose blessed
name is Holy—
Majesty supreme is Thine;
Yet in One so meek and lowly
We behold Thy brightness shine!
He in whom Thy heart delighted,
Sent to earth, to grief and shame:
Here, where all before had slighted,
He alone declared Thy Name.
'Mid the darkness,
Light resplendent,
Purest, gentlest Stranger, He;
While the world, in bitter ferment,
Hated both Himself and Thee.
Then the cup, from
Thy hand given,
E'en to Thy beloved Son!
Perfume sweet ascends to heaven:
His most glorious work is done.
Blessed, beauteous
contemplation—
Theme more full than all beside—
Cause of deepest adoration—
Thou, through Christ, art glorified!
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7
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Bible Refs:
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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WELLESLEY
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8 7 8 7
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 68 | Bb | | # 48 | C |
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