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Chorale Text

Lord God, Thee praise do we. Lord, we give thanks to Thee. Thee, Father, eternal God, Earth praises, far and broad. All angels and heaven’s host, And all that in Thy service boast, The cherubim and seraphim, Sing Thee ever with lofty hymn: Holy is our Lord God! Holy is our Lord God! Holy is our Lord God, the God of Sabaoth! Thy godlike might and lordship go Wide over heaven and earth below. To Thee the holy twelve do call, And Thy beloved prophets all. The precious martyrs, with one voice, Praise Thee, 0 Lord, with mighty noise. From all Thy worthy Christendom Every day Thy praises come. Thee God, the Father, on highest throne, Thy true and only-begotten Son, The holy Comforter always, With service true they thank and praise. Thou, King of Glory, Christ, alone Art the Father’s eternal Son; Did’st not the Virgin’s womb despise,

That so the human race might rise; Thou on the might of Death didst tread, And Christians all to heaven hast led. Thou sittest now at God’s right hand, With honours all in Thy Father’s land. The hour shall come when Thou shalt yet Judge of the dead and living sit. Now to Thy servants help afford, Ransomed with Thy dear blood, 0 Lord. Let us in heaven have our dole, And with the holy be ever whole. Thy folk, Lord Jesus Christ, advance, And bless Thine own inheritance. Them watch and ward, Lord, every day, Eternally them raise, we pray. Daily, Lord God, we honour Thee, And praise Thy name continually. O God of truth, keep us this day From every sin and evil way. Be gracious to us, Lord, we plead, Be gracious to us in all need. Show unto us Thy pitying grace, For all our hope in Thee we place. Dear Lord, our hope is in Thy name, Let us be never put to shame. --George Macdonald, 1876