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The Book of Praise,
He calls a worm His friend ! He calls Himself my God! And He shall save me to the end Through Jesus' Blood.
He by Himself hath sworn, I on His oath depend ; I shall, on eagle's wings upborne, To Heaven ascend; I shall behold His face, I shall His power adore, And sing the wonders of His grace For evermore !
Though nature's strength decay, And earth and hell withstand, To Canaan's bounds I urge my way At His command: The watery deep I pass With Jesus in my view, And through the howling wilderness My way pursue.
The goodly land I see, With peace and plenty blest, A land of sacred liberty, And endless rest: There milk and honey flow, And oil and wine abound, And trees of life for ever grow, With Mercy crown'd..
There dwells the Lord our King, The Lord our Righteousness, Triumphant o'er the world and sin, The Prince of Peace !