the for me of heaven Let sing, glory

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