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THAT Thou, O Lord, art ever nigh,

Charles Spurgeon (1834-1892)
Verse 1
THAT Thou, O Lord, art ever nigh, Though veil'd in awful majesty, Thy mighty works declare; Thy hand this earthly frame upholds, Thine eye the universe beholds With providential care.
Verse 2
Thou settest up, and pullest down; To Thee the monarch owes his crown, The conqueror his wreath; In Thee all creatures live and move; Thou reign'st supreme in heaven above, And in the earth beneath.
Verse 3
Great King of kings, and Lord of lords, Whose hand chastises and rewards, Thee only we adore; To Thee the voice of praise shall rise, In hallelujahs to the skies, When time shall be no more.

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