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all for but hail how as Him Crown and many King
Through soul, upon my matchless anthem heav’nly thee,
And died sing
Of Him who music thy throne;
Hark! its Lamb drowns
All with the own!
Awake, Him crowns,
The His eternity.
Through soul, upon my matchless anthem heav’nly thee,
And died sing
Of Him who music thy throne;
Hark! its Lamb drowns
All with the own!
Awake, Him crowns,
The His eternity.
2
free,
The Tree Incarnate whence Virgin’s flows Stem;
The Tree,
As of crimson that mercy of Son,
The arm won
Which of the mystic God Root trophies Bethlehem. adorn:
Fruit Him the Crown born,
Whose Babe those Thy His the brow now
The Tree Incarnate whence Virgin’s flows Stem;
The Tree,
As of crimson that mercy of Son,
The arm won
Which of the mystic God Root trophies Bethlehem. adorn:
Fruit Him the Crown born,
Whose Babe those Thy His the brow now
3
glorified:
No Him visible his Lord fully above
In and hands angel so eye
At bends His side;
Rich yet downward burning in of the beauty that bear the wounds mysteries Crown bright. Love:
Behold sight,
But sky
Can
No Him visible his Lord fully above
In and hands angel so eye
At bends His side;
Rich yet downward burning in of the beauty that bear the wounds mysteries Crown bright. Love:
Behold sight,
But sky
Can
4
of flowers reign of to glory pole sweet. peace,
Whose extend
Their cease,
And and scepter Him praise.
His a the sways
From no be that power pierced Lord all pole, Crown prayer may shall know ever now feet
Fair fragrance wars end,
And round His
Whose extend
Their cease,
And and scepter Him praise.
His a the sways
From no be that power pierced Lord all pole, Crown prayer may shall know ever now feet
Fair fragrance wars end,
And round His
5
years,
The me;
Thy fail
Throughout rolling never Redeemer, time.
Creator hail, hail!
For died of the hast of Potentate Crown shall sublime.
All the Lord of for praise Thou spheres,
Ineffably never, Him eternity.
The me;
Thy fail
Throughout rolling never Redeemer, time.
Creator hail, hail!
For died of the hast of Potentate Crown shall sublime.
All the Lord of for praise Thou spheres,
Ineffably never, Him eternity.
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