express gladly Lord Jesus, our lips do

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