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E1:Migh_ty God, while an_gels bless you,/may a mor_tal sing your name?/Lord of men as well as an_gels,/you are ev'_ry crea_ture’s theme./Lord of ev'_ry land and na_tion,/an_cient of e_ter_nal days,/sound_ed through the wide cre_a_tion/be your just and law_ful praise.
E2:For the gran_deur of your na_ture,/grand bey_ond a se_raph’s thought,/for cre_a_ted works of po_wer,/works with skill and kind_ness wrought./For Thy pro_vi_dence, that go_verns,/Through Thine em_pire’s wide do_main,/Wings an an_gel, guides a spar_row,/Bles_sèd be Thy gen_tle reign.
E3:But your rich, your free re_demp_tion,/dark through bright_ness all a_long,/thought is poor, and poor ex_pres_sion,/who dare sing that wond_rous song?/Bright_ness of the Fa_ther’s glo_ry,/shall your praise un_ut_tered lie?/Fly, my tongue, such guil_ty si_lence,/sing the Lord who came to die.
E4:From the high_est throne in glo_ry,/to the cross of deep_est woe,/all to ran_som guil_ty cap_tives,/flow my praise, for_e_ver flow./Go, re_turn, im_mor_tal Sa_vior!/Leave Thy foot_stool, take Thy throne;/Thence re_turn, and reign for e_ver,/Be the king_dom all Thine own./