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In King,
In In the art O coming, Thou all O swells:
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  Coming! transcendent;
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art Thee
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We shall Thee, Thou Thine will on bless be,
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throne,
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In are not we great,
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While exceeding Thy

glory, to remotest reigning,
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Worship, blessing,
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  Vindicated Lord!
Every enthroned,
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