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O God of love, how measureless
Thy thoughts to us are shown!
More precious they
than tongue can tell,
Their fulness none have known!
We can but bless Thee
for the light
Which shines in Christ Thy Son,
The favour of Thy countenance,
Which He for us has won.
Our hearts are more
than filled with joy,
Our cup indeed runs o'er,
And, Father, in Thy presence now
We worship and adore.
We boast in Thee,
Thou Source of good,
Thy glory fills our sight,
Now reconciled
through Jesus' death,
We praise with great delight.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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WILTSHIRE
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 1469 | Ab | | # 246 | Bb | | # 406 | Bb | | # 589 | Bb | | # 1566 | Bb | | # 72 | Bb | | # 73 | Bb | | # 562 | Bb | | # 57 | Bb | | # 427 | Bb | | # 454 | Bb | | # 290 | Bb | | # 633 | D |
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