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O, could I speak the matchless worth, O, could I sound the glo-ries forth Which

in my Saviour shine, I'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings, And

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tvie with Gabriel while he sings In notes al-most di vine.

AMEN.

2 I'd sing the precious blood He spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin and wrath divine:
I'd sing His glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress,
My soul shall ever shine.

3 I'd sing the characters He bears,
And all the forms of love He wears,
Exalted on His throne;

In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days
Make all His glories known.

4 Well, the delightful day will come
When He, dear Lord, will bring me home,
And I shall see His face;

There with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity I'll spend,

Triumphant in His grace.

Samuel Medley

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His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. AMEN.

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Jesus, Thou Joy of lov-ing hearts! Thou Fount of Life! Thou Light of men! From

the best bliss that earth im-parts, We turn un-filled to Thee again. AMEN.

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Je-sus, my Lord! I Thee a-dore: O make me love Thee more and more! A - MEN.

2 O earth! grow flowers beneath His feet!
And thou, O sun! shine bright this day!
He comes! He comes! O Heaven on earth!
Our Jesus comes upon His way.

Jesus, my Lord! I Thee adore:

O make me love Thee more and more!

3 He comes! He comes! The Lord of Hosts
Borne on His throne triumphantly!

We see Thee, and we know Thee, Lord!
And yearn to shed our blood for Thee!
Jesus, my Lord! I Thee adore :

O make me love Thee more and more!

4 Our hearts leap up; our trembling song
Grows fainter still; we can no more!
Silence! and let us weep and die
Of very love, while we adore.

Jesus, my Lord! I Thee adore :

O make me love Thee more and more!

Frederick W. Faber

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Rejoice, ye pure in heart, Rejoice, give thanks and sing; Your festal banner wave on high,

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