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TO Him that chose us first, Before the world began; To Him that bore the curse To save rebellious man; To Him that formed our hearts anew, Is endless praise and glory due. |
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2 | The Father’s love shall run Through our immortal songs; We bring to God the Son The praises of our tongues; Our lips address the Spirit’s name With equal praise, and zeal the same. |
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3 | Let every saint above, And angel round the throne, For ever bless and love The sacred Three in One: Thus Heaven shall raise His honours high, When earth and time grow old and die. |
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Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |