How glorious is Thy church, Oh Lord
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How glorious is Thy church, Oh Lord— No trace of sin in her. What myst’ry this: God died as man, For, oh, He loves her so! |
Glorious, Glorious church, She is Thy dear Bride; She was built from Thine own side; She is the same as Thee. |
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How precious is Thy Body, Lord; How costly in Thy sight. I’d ne’er bring anything of self, For she is out from Thee. |
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How faithful is Thyself, dear Lord— Eternally the same. Though man may fail to reach Thy will, Thou shalt obtain Thy Bride. |
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How subtle is my self, Oh Lord; Yet I wilt be transformed. Through Spirit’s work—become a stone To build up Thine own Bride. |
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How precious is Thy Body, Lord; How costly in my sight. I would decrease, and Thee increase At any cost for her. |
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Dipolog City, Zamboanga Del Norte, Philippines
I love this long, I've been waiting this song so long on hymnal.net. Amen!