Thousands only live to bless Thee, And con- fess Thee, Lord of might. A-MEN.

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Anon.

1. I'll praise my Maker while I've breath, And when my voice is lost in death,

While life and thought and be- ing last, Or im- mor- tal- i- ty en-dures. A-MEN.

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J. Albert Jeffery

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1. O God of God! O Light of Light! Thou Prince of Peace, Thou King of kings,

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To Thee, where an- gels know no night, The song of praise for ev - er rings:

To Him Who sits up- on the throne, The Lamb once slain for sin-ful men,

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Be hon -or, might; all by Him won; Glo- ry and praise! A - men, A-men. A-MEN.

2 Deep in the prophets' sacred page,
Grand in the poets' wingèd word,
Slowly in type, from age to age,

Nations beheld their coming Lord;
Till through the deep Judean night

Rang out the song "Good-will to men!"
Hymned by the first-born sons of light,

Re-echoed now, "Good-will!" Amen.

3 That life of truth, those deeds of love,
That death of pain, 'mid hate and scorn;
These all are past, and now above,

He reigns our King! once crowned with thorn.

Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;

So sang His hosts, unheard by men;
Lift up your heads, for you He waits,
We lift them up! Amen, Amen!

4 Sing to the Lord a glorious song,
Sing to His name, His love forth tell;
Sing on, heaven's hosts, His praise prolong;
Sing, ye who now on earth do dwell;
Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain,

From angels, praise; and thanks from men;
Worthy the Lamb, enthroned to reign,

Glory and power! Amen, Amen!

John Julian