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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.
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.
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.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748