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Awake, my soul, attune the lyre,
And raise to heaven a noble song;
With fixed heart adore the Lord,
And spread his praises with thy tongue.
But O, the vast, the boundless theme!
Nor human, nor angelic mind,
Can touch the height, or sound the depth,
Nor all their brightest powers combined.
Immensely far beyond their ken,
His matchless, countless glories rise,
And clouds and darkness veil his face
From the most penetrating eyes.
But should those circling clouds disperse,
And the full Deity display—
O'erwhelmed with the refulgent blaze,
Th' astonished heavens would shrink away.
Great God, and shall a guilty worm,
A grovelling insect of the night,
Take aim at heaven and boldly dare
Celebrate beauties infinite?
Fired with the view, my panting soul
Does oft her feeble pinions try;
Oft she attempts in tuneful lays,
The glories of the Deity.]
Vain efforts of a towering mind,
Such awful mysteries to explore!
Wouldst thou divine perfections praise,
In silent reverence adore.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Neh 9:5;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1815 | # 6 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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HURSLEY
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1774,1855
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 577 | No key | | # 20 | No key | | # 15 | F | | # 412 | F | | # 302 | F | | # 942 | F | | # 24 | F | | # 333 | F | | # 541 | F |
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