Lord, accept our feeble song
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Lord, accept our feeble song! Pow’r and praise to Thee belong; We would all Thy grace record, Holy, gracious, loving Lord! |
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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. |
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Wherefore Thou high heaven didst spurn? Wherefore Thou to earth didst turn? Why leave heav’n to come to earth Lonely, scorned, e’en suffering death? |
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Thou in heav’n—the glorious One! Thou on earth—the outcast Man! Though this suffering Thou didst know, Love would come to bear our woe. |
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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. |
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Yet we hope the day to see When from every hindrance free, When to Thee, in glory, brought, We shall serve Thee as we ought. |
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Now, O Lord, we wait for Thee, Wait “the blessed hope” to see. May we ever for Thee live, Till Thy saints Thou dost receive. |