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Let us sing, for we have reason,
Let us join with those above;
Praise is never out of season,
Let us praise the God of love:
We have cause, indeed, to sing,
Jesus is our glorious King.
When we reach the full enjoyment,
Of the state where sorrows end;
Praise will be our sweet employment,
We shall praise the sinner’s Friend;
Him who washed us with his blood,
Saved, and brought us nigh to God.
But how different then our praises,
From the thanks we render now!
Well our coldness may amaze us,
When we think how much we owe:
But no coldness will remain,
When that glorious state we gain.
Yet out Lord accepts our praises,
Offered while we sojourn here;
He on whom the archangel gazes
With delight and holy fear,
Hears his people when they sing,
And accepts the praise they bring.
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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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Ps 147:1;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1853 | # 312 |
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