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Lord, accept our feeble song;
Power and praise to Thee belong;
We would all Thy grace record,
Holy, holy, holy Lord.
Rich in glory, Thou didst stoop,
Thence is all Thy people's hope;
Thou wast poor, that we might be
Rich in glory, Lord, with Thee.
When we think of love like this,
Joy and shame our hearts possess;
Joy, that Thou couldst pity thus;
Shame for such returns from us.
Yet we soon the day shall see
When we shall from sin be free;
When, to Thee in glory brought,
We shall serve Thee as we ought.
Power and praise to Thee belong;
We would all Thy grace record,
Holy, holy, holy Lord.
Rich in glory, Thou didst stoop,
Thence is all Thy people's hope;
Thou wast poor, that we might be
Rich in glory, Lord, with Thee.
When we think of love like this,
Joy and shame our hearts possess;
Joy, that Thou couldst pity thus;
Shame for such returns from us.
Yet we soon the day shall see
When we shall from sin be free;
When, to Thee in glory brought,
We shall serve Thee as we ought.
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