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The spacious earth is all the Lord’s;
The Lord’s her fulness is;
The world, and all that dwells therein,
By sovereign right are his.
But for himself, this Lord of all
One chosen seat designed:
O who shall to that sacred hill
Deserved admittance find?
The man whose hands and heart are pure,
Whose thoughts from pride are free;
Who honest poverty prefers
To gainful perjury.
This, this is he, on whom the Lord
Shall shower his blessings down;
Whom God his Saviour shall vouchsafe
With righteousness to crown.
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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 24;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1851 | # 297 |
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