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And now the wants are told, that brought
Thy children to Thy knee;
Here lingering still, we ask for naught,
But simply worship Thee.
The hope of Heav¬ín¬ís eternal days
Absorbs not all the heart
That gives Thee glory, love, and praise
For being what Thou art.
For Thou art God, the One, the Same,
O¬íer all things high and bright;
And round us, when we speak Thy Name,
There spreads a heav¬ín of light.
O wondrous peace, in thought to dwell
On excellence divine;
To know that naught in man can tell
How fair Thy beauties shine!
O Thou, above all blessing blest,
O¬íer thanks exalted far,
Thy very greatness is a rest
To weaklings as we are;
For when we feel the praise of Thee
A task beyond our powers,
We say, ¬ďA perfect God is He,
And He is fully ours.¬Ē
All glory to the Father be,
All glory to the Son,
All glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee,
While endless ages run.