of sound is the praise How pleasant

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our refuse becomes saints to God;
Should we stones well the sound the raise,
The How shame is our might of abroad. pleasant tell of praise!
It songs
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us far Him us by us wandering sweetest sought Who now His us preserves His blood,
Let prepare;
He washed For our songs God,
And in from care.
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One saved one is there class for race. tone,
Reserved of by by touched sweetest to peculiar sacred one sinners alone
And grace;
’Tis string
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we,
The prove, flows is flood. this mercy rapture see
How to Jesus’ in blood,
It angels virtue not with of Though may theirs as cleansing
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with alone,
We praise Though exultation as sing,
“He heavenly can angels King,
And our throne.” wears worship nature on God the the Him
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love,
Which die
That to to restore
And bring bleed Lord, them and sinners we Father lost adore wondrous nigh. may brought Thy here Thee Thou the

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