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M0:|h:AUSTRIA Joseph Franz Haydn (1797: 1732-1809)|c:F|m:4/4|r:8787D|t:EWS 237 Glorious things of Thee are spoken|a:John Newton 1725-1807|u:https://hymnary.org/page/fetch/HoWS1909/127/high
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E1:Glo_rious things of you are spo_ken,/Zi_on, ci_ty of our God;/he whose word can_not be bro_ken/formed you for his own a_bode./On the Rock of A_ges found_ed,/what can shake your sure re_pose?/With sal_va_tion's walls sur_round_ed,/you may smile at all your foes.
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E2:See, the streams of li_ving wa_ters,/spring_ing from e_ter_nal love,/well supp_ly your sons and daugh_ters/and all fear of want re_move./Who can faint while such a ri_ver/e_ver will their thirst as_suage?/Grace which, like the Lord, the gi_ver,/ne_ver fails from age to age.
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E3:Round each ha_bi_ta_tion hov'r_ing,/see the cloud and fire ap_pear/for a glo_ry and a cov'r_ing,/show_ing that the Lord is near./Thus de_riv_ing from their ban_ner/light by night and shade by day,/safe they feed up_on the man_na/which he gives them on their way.
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E4:Blest in_ha_bi_tants of Zi_on,/Washed in the Re_deem_er’s blood!/Je_sus, whom their souls re_ly on,/Makes them kings and priests to God./’Tis His love His peo_ple rais_es,/O_ver self to reign as kings,/And as priests, His so_lemn prais_es/Each for a thank of_fering brings.
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E5:Sa_vior, since of Zi_on's ci_ty/I thro' grace a mem_ber am,/let the world de_ride or pi_ty,/I will glo_ry in your name./Fad_ing are the world's vain plea_sures,/all their boast_ed pomp and show;/so_lid joys and last_ing trea_sures/none but Zi_on's chil_dren know.
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