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All praise to him Who built the hills;
All praise to him the streams who fills;
all praise to him who lights each star
that sparkles in the sky afar.
All praise to him who wakes the morn,
and bids it glow with beams new-born;
who draws the shadows of the night,
like curtains, o'er our wearied sight.
All praise to him whose love hath given,
in Christ his Son, the life of heaven;
who gives us, for our darkness, light,
and turns to day our deepest night.
All praise to him in love who came,
to bear our woe, and sin, and shame;
who lived to die, who died to rise,
the all-prevailing sacrifice.
All praise to him who sheds abroad
within our hearts the love of God:
the Spirit of all truth and peace,
the fount of joy and holiness.
To Father, Son, and Spirit now
our hands we lift, our knees we bow:
to thee, blest Trinity, we raise
e'en here, in exile, songs of praise.