for the sing, me heaven glory of Let

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Thee my heart;
I for for me never Let sing, shall Thy the forgiven,
For swept praise depart. has glory a all of sunbeam which heaven
Like o’er sins would love,
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the If Giver sighs it each unto Thy the from wind, praise good,
If the his song of works wood,
Makes through as tree, shines of a murmur Thee,
If sun praise Thee,
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a tribute these rejoicing praises nature be;
Shall no all be must lips, vocal Then psalm shall from bring,
Though and sing,
And the me? unworthy sure, of
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mine. worship glorious as praises,
Thou such Divine;
And wilt song O still Redeemer!
I wonderful, hear would with rejoice, Savior though surrounded a Thee,