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Lord Jesus, gladly do our lips express
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| 1. | Lord Jesus, gladly do our lips express |
| | Our heart's deep sense of all Thy worthiness; |
| | Thou risen One, the Holy and the True, |
| | We give Thee now the praise so justly due. |
| 2. | Thou giv'st us, Lord, once more to taste down |
| | here |
| | The joy Thy presence brings, its warmth and |
| | cheer; |
| | With great delight we 'neath Thy shadow rest; |
| | Thy fruit is sweet to those Thy love has blest. |
| 3. | Thou wast alone, till like the precious grain |
| | In death Thou layest, but didst rise again; |
| | And in Thy risen life a countless host |
| | Are "all of one" with Thee, Thy joy and boast. |