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Our God ascends his lofty throne,
Arrayed in majesty unknown
His luster all the temple fills,
And spreads o'er all th' ethereal hills.
The holy, holy, holy Lord
Is by the seraphim adored;
And, while they stand beneath his seat,
They veil their faces and their feet.
And can a sinful worm, endure
The presence of a God so pure?
Or these polluted lips proclaim
The honors of so grand a name?
O for thine altar's glowing coal
To touch my lips, to fire my soul,
To purge the sordid dross away,
And into crystal turn my clay!
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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FEDERAL STREET
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1832
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 83 | F | | # 317 | F | | # 291 | F | | # 480 | G | | # 598 | G | | # 376 | G | | # 389 | G |
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