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Hark! ten thousand voices sounding,
Far and wide throughout the sky;
’Tis the voice of joy abounding,
Jesus lives no more to die.
Come, ye saints, your tribute bring,
Crown him everlasting King.
Jesus lives, His conflict over,
Lives to claim His great reward;
Angels round the Victor hover,
Crowding to behold their Lord.
Come, ye saints, your tribute bring,
Crown him everlasting King.
Oh, what honours now await him,
Friends and foes shall hear his voice;
Tremble ye that disbelieve him,
Ye that love his name, rejoice:
Come, ye saints, your tribute bring,
Crown him everlasting King.
Day and night they cry before him,
“Holy, holy, holy Lord!”
All the powers of heaven adore him,
And obey his Sovereign word:
Come, ye saints, your tribute bring,
Crown him everlasting King.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 7 7
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Bible Refs:
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Rev 5:11-12;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 211 |
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