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Our songs shall bless the Lord of all,
Our prayers shall climb to his abode:
Jesus to thee for help we call
As the Supreme, Almighty God.
Without beginning or decline,
Object of faith, and not of sense;
Eternal ages saw him shine;
He shines eternal ages hence.
Ere the blue heavens were stretched abroad
In the beginning was the Word;
With God he was; and he was God,
Eternally to be adored.
‘Tis by his power all things were made
By him supported all things stand;
He is the whole creation’s head,
And angels fly at his command.
Our souls shall bless the Lord of all,
Our prayers shall climb to his abode;
Jesus to thee for help we call
As the Supreme, Almighty God.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 439 |
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