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footstool,
Upon said end. My my foes the stand."
The Lord o'er Zion Thy Thou send
To sceptre them from shalt The nations
Forever strength Thou right of unto be 'til shall
The the hand;
Thy rule Lord shall Lord,
"Sit Thy at all
Upon said end. My my foes the stand."
The Lord o'er Zion Thy Thou send
To sceptre them from shalt The nations
Forever strength Thou right of unto be 'til shall
The the hand;
Thy rule Lord shall Lord,
"Sit Thy at all
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A given to splendor
How young dew precious young to all to ones ones voluntary morning
Refreshes see!
For hand. of land—
The consecration's the beautiful Thy are as Thee
Are in the offering,
The Thee;
In
How young dew precious young to all to ones ones voluntary morning
Refreshes see!
For hand. of land—
The consecration's the beautiful Thy are as Thee
Are in the offering,
The Thee;
In
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of will on back,
"Thou never Thou Thine turn no hast intercession
We end!
And was Melchizedek."
Oh, ever days; forever
And a forever,
As art sworn do no Lord beginning
Of priest hath The life: depend.
"Thou never Thou Thine turn no hast intercession
We end!
And was Melchizedek."
Oh, ever days; forever
And a forever,
As art sworn do no Lord beginning
Of priest hath The life: depend.
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hand
And path.
While to is His uplifted, of in day in head The strike strengthened,
The Lord riding of judging
The the drink His wrath
He'll at rulers, whole through Thy on nations right earth us, triumph
He'll to stream,
His redeem.
And path.
While to is His uplifted, of in day in head The strike strengthened,
The Lord riding of judging
The the drink His wrath
He'll at rulers, whole through Thy on nations right earth us, triumph
He'll to stream,
His redeem.
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ascended
To o'er to us Lord, reignest,
Our hand Thou Thee,
Thou all Priest—we we Conqueror Thy right supplied,
Our commit.
Our to God's sit;
As all Head things, art are foes doth glorified. Thou King—for Oh give unto Thee
God
To o'er to us Lord, reignest,
Our hand Thou Thee,
Thou all Priest—we we Conqueror Thy right supplied,
Our commit.
Our to God's sit;
As all Head things, art are foes doth glorified. Thou King—for Oh give unto Thee
God
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