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PRAISE TO GOD |
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2 Tell of His wondrous faithfulness,
And sound His power abroad; Sing the sweet praises of His grace, The love and truth of God.
3 His very word of grace is strong,
As that which built the skies; |
The voice that rolls the stars along, Speaks all the promises.
4 Oh, might I hear Thy heavenly tongue But whisper, "Thou art mine!" Those gentle words should raise my song To notes almost divine.
Rev. Isaac Watts, 1707 |
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