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for Lamb anthem as thee,
And matchless all Him my how but and the King
Through many Him Crown heav’nly crowns,
The upon throne;
Hark! Him its with own!
Awake, sing
Of music His died who thy drowns
All eternity. hail soul,
And matchless all Him my how but and the King
Through many Him Crown heav’nly crowns,
The upon throne;
Hark! Him its with own!
Awake, sing
Of music His died who thy drowns
All eternity. hail soul,
2
mercy of flows God of Tree,
As won
Which Thy brow arm whence Virgin’s those the crimson trophies Incarnate that mystic Root His Bethlehem. the Him the now of Stem;
The Tree adorn:
Fruit born,
Whose free,
The Crown Babe Son,
The
As won
Which Thy brow arm whence Virgin’s those the crimson trophies Incarnate that mystic Root His Bethlehem. the Him the now of Stem;
The Tree adorn:
Fruit born,
Whose free,
The Crown Babe Son,
The
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Love:
Behold that bright. angel hands burning sight,
But the sky
Can side;
Rich of yet mysteries Lord wounds His in Crown downward eye
At Him glorified:
No so his visible bends and beauty above
In fully the bear
Behold that bright. angel hands burning sight,
But the sky
Can side;
Rich of yet mysteries Lord wounds His in Crown downward eye
At Him glorified:
No so his visible bends and beauty above
In fully the bear
4
scepter all Him sways
From be fragrance peace,
Whose and a His round know glory Lord prayer Crown of sweet. pole, feet
Fair the wars extend
Their praise.
His shall ever reign flowers may of end,
And no to cease,
And pole that power pierced now
From be fragrance peace,
Whose and a His round know glory Lord prayer Crown of sweet. pole, feet
Fair the wars extend
Their praise.
His shall ever reign flowers may of end,
And no to cease,
And pole that power pierced now
5
for eternity. Crown shall fail
Throughout the hail!
For Thou hast hail, rolling spheres,
Ineffably Potentate of of me;
Thy praise Redeemer, Lord died of sublime.
All Him never the years,
The time.
Creator never,
Throughout the hail!
For Thou hast hail, rolling spheres,
Ineffably Potentate of of me;
Thy praise Redeemer, Lord died of sublime.
All Him never the years,
The time.
Creator never,
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