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MY FATHER.
Only to sit and think of God,
Oh what a joy it is! To think the thought, to breathe the Name,
Earth has no higher bliss !
Father of Jesus, love's Reward !
What rapture will it be, Prostrate before Thy Throne to lie,
And gaze and gaze on Thee ! |
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MY FATHER.
O God ! Thy power is wonderful, Thy glory passing bright;
Thy wisdom, with its deep on deep, A rapture to the sight.
Thy justice is the gladdest thing
Creation can behold; Thy tenderness so meek, it wins
The guilty to be bold.
Yet more than all, and ever more, Should we Thy creatures bless,
Most worshipful of attributes, Thine awful holiness. |
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