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