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O Lord tis matter of high praise




O Lord, ’tis matter of high praise,
Thy Word on us doth shine,
But happy they who feel its rays,
And glorious power divine.


O let poor sinners feel their sin
Prick them, as with a sword;
And purge out all that filth within;
So will we praise Thy Word.


Enlightened souls have cause to sing,
Who wounded were by Thee;
True cause of joy to such doth spring;
For they, Lord, healèd be.


And now in robes most richly decked,
They to the King are brought;
Surpassing angels, for have they
A robe so richly wrought.


We therefore throw our crowns below
Thy high and glorious throne;
And must all say, both night and day,
Thou worthy art alone,


All glory, power, and praise to have,
By us forevermore;
Thus let us sing unto our King,
And Him in heart adore.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1700
      Bible Refs: Ps 149:6;
      MUSIC
      Name: ABERDEEN (TAIT) - see ST. PAUL
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1749,1756
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