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We praise Thee, glorious Father, As objects of Thy grace, Who for Thine own heart's pleasure Are now before Thy face: Thy sons marked out for glory — Known from eternity — With Christ Thy Well-beloved, Object supreme to Thee. |
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Who else but Thee, O Father, Could in Thine only Son So bless us with Thy Spirit, And have us for Thine own? Soon shall we be forever With Christ in glory; then We'll shine in His blest image Eternally, Amen! |