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.
4
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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Kevin Lee

Dipolog City, Zamboanga Del Norte, Philippines

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