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Our God and King, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of our days,
Till grace employ each humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.
The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty done for thee.
Thy truth and justice we’ll proclaim;
Thy bounty flows an endless stream;
Thy mercy swift, thine anger slow,
Thy goodness spreads o’er all below.
Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise;
And unborn ages make our songs
The glad employment of their tongues.
But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds:
Vast and unsearchable thy ways,
Vast and immortal be thy praise.
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LYRICS
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 145;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 432 |
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