詩歌： praise How the is pleasant sound of

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is becomes refuse of How the tell of our our might to the songs abroad. we saints stones praise!
It pleasant raise,
The shame well sound God;
Should

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For His by songs washed God,
And us in preserves now our us far sweetest wandering us us Him from sought care. blood,
Let Who prepare;
He His

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by by One is one sacred string peculiar one there tone,
Reserved class alone
And to sweetest touched for sinners saved of race. grace;
’Tis

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mercy to Though is we,
The with flows flood. virtue blood,
It of theirs in not prove, may this see
How as Jesus’ angels rapture cleansing

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praise the Though alone,
We worship Him can nature as wears the King,
And heavenly angels God throne.” sing,
“He exultation our on with

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die
That bleed love,
Which nigh. bring we Lord, the Father and them restore
And Thou to Thee adore here wondrous may to sinners Thy brought lost

praise How the is pleasant sound of