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Lord Jesus, gladly
do our lips express
Our hearts' deep sense
of all Thy worthiness;
Thou Risen One,
the Holy and the True,
We give Thee now
the praise so justly due.
Thou giv'st us, Lord,
once more to taste down here,
The joy Thy presence brings,
its warmth and cheer;
With great delight we 'neath
Thy shadow rest,
Thy fruit is sweet to those
Thy love has blessed.
Thou wast alone, till like
the precious grain,
In death Thou layest,
but did'st rise again;
And in Thy risen life,
a countless host
Are "all of one" with Thee,
Thy joy and boast.
We bless Thee, Lord,
Thou lov'st to take Thy place
Amongst Thine own,
who taste Thy boundless grace
'Tis here we learn Thee,
as Thou'rt known above,
In heavenly glory—
home of perfect love.
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10 10 10 10
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MORECAMBE
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10 10 10 10
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| # 249 | C | | # 524 | C | | # 688 | C | | # 448 | C |
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