243 ~ King of Glory, King of Peace
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King of glory, King of peace, I will love Thee; And that love may never cease, I will move Thee. Thou hast granted my request, Thou hast heard me; Thou didst note my working breast, Thou hast spared me.
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Wherefore with my utmost art I will sing Thee, And the cream of all my heart I will bring Thee. Though my sins against me cried, Thou didst clear me; And alone, when they replied, Thou didst hear me.
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Seven whole days, not one in seven, I will praise Thee; In my heart, though not in heav'n, I can raise Thee. Small it is, in this poor sort To enroll Thee: Ev'n eternity's too short To extol Thee.