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Father, to Thee a joyful song we raise
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| 1. | Father, to Thee a joyful song we raise |
| | With all Thine own; |
| | And in Thy presence sound a note of praise |
| | To Thee alone; |
| | Bro't nigh, bro't home to Thee- |
| | O wondrous grace, |
| | That gives us now with Thine own Son our |
| | place |
| 2. | How deep the holy joy that.fills that scene, |
| | Where love is known! |
| | Thy love, our God and Father, now is seen, |
| | In Him alone; |
| | As, in the holy calm of Thine own rest, |
| | He leads the praise of those Thy love has |
| | blessed. |
| 3. | He leads the praise! How precious to Thine ear |
| | The song He sings! |
| | How precious, too, to Thee-How dear |
| | Are those He brings |
| | To share His place: 'twas thus that Thou didst |
| | plan; |
| | Thou lovedst Him before the world began. |