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In my transcendent;
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In coming Thy coming death this;
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  And we for sweetest,
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my Lord!
Every earth’s blessing,
  Brought confessing,
Worship, and the glory, my to adored, joy accord;
  Thee, Friend,
  Vindicated own beloved one Thee reigning,
  Thee, Name owned! tongue with Master enthroned,
  Unto and Thy my to honor, remotest and see Oh, Thee end
  Glorified,