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Lord ‘tis a pleasant thing to raise
Our hearts to thee above;
In morning’s ear to sound thy praise,
And tell the night thy love.
Morning and night new mercies show;
Oh, may our gratitude
To thee as warmly, freely, flow,
As thou to us art good.
Thy works are vast, thy counsels high
Beyond our power to scan;
The summer grass, that springs to die,
Is not more frail than man.
But thou, Most High, art still the same;
And worthless though we be,
We hope, when sinners sink to shame,
To rise and reign with thee.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 92;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 337 |
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