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In Priest,
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In all we coming, Thy transcendent;
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shall meet that we an out be,
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  We know Thou Thee,
We Thine hearts show way;
We Thee,
  Pouring Thou own Thee, never say:
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great,
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  And and coming for Thy are exceeding this;
While witnesses love meetest
In communion Thy and not rememb’ring

see enthroned,
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Worship, Master blessing,
  Brought glory, and Lord!
Every Thee the with to beloved