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How glorious ls our heavenly King,
Who reigns above the sky!
How shall a child presume to sing
His dreadful majesty?
How great his power is, none can tell,
Nor think how large his grace:
Not men below, nor saints that dwell
On high before his face.
Not angels that stand round the Lord
Can search his secret will;
But they perform his holy Word,
And sing his praises still.
Then let me join this heavenly train,
And my first offerings bring;
Th‘ eternal God will not disdain
To hear an infant sing.
My heart resolves, my tongue obeys,
And angels shall rejoice
To hear their mighty Maker's praise
Sound from a feeble voice.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1866 | # 1080 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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BAYTON
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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