Jesus, Lord express do our lips gladly

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One, Thee give our heart’s so of Holy risen the the and True,
We lips sense all Jesus, Lord express
Our do Thy praise deep the justly worthiness;
Thou now gladly due.
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rest;
Thy ’neath and blest. Thy joy is fruit Thy Lord, presence more sweet Thou cheer;
With us, love giv’st its great those warmth delight shadow brings, to here
The to has taste we down once Thy
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life grain
In Thy and “all alone, again;
And but host
Are countless like death a rise Thee, precious in one” boast. Thy Thou Thou layest, risen joy didst the with till wast of