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The Book of Praise. |
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King of glory, Soul of bliss ! Everlasting life is this, Thee to know, Thy power to prove, Thus to sing, and thus to love !
Charles Wesley. 1743. |
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LX.
Jesus Christ is risen to-day, Our triumphant holy day, Who did once upon the cross Suffer to redeem our loss ;
Hymns of praises let us sing Unto Christ our heavenly King, Who endured the cross and grave, Sinners to redeem and save ;
But the pain that He endured, Our salvation has procured : Now above the sky He's king, Where the angels ever sing |
Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! Hallelujah !
Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! Hallelujah! |
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Sing we to our God above Hallelujah !
Praise eternal as His love ; Hallelujah !
Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, Hallelujah !
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; Hallelujah !
Anon. [1708.] {Last stanza by Charles Wesley?) |
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LXI.
Ad templa nos rursus vocat
Now morning lifts her dewy veil With new-born blessings crown'd :
Oh ! haste we then her light to hail In courts of holy ground ! |
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