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Praise
unceasing, let it be,
From this earth, O God, to Thee;
Nature joins the ransomed throng,
Extolling Thee in grateful song.
Anthems ring from shore to shore,
Saints repeat it o’er and o’er:
"Glory to the living Lord!
Let His name be e’er adored!"
If
mankind should cease to praise,
God would then a chorus raise
From the very stones of earth,
Exalting Him who gave them birth.
Sun and moon, and stars above
Now proclaim a Sovereign’s love;
Seraphs sing before the throne,
Worshipping the Lamb alone.
Assembled
choirs from every race
Join to sing, "Amazing grace!"
Saints rehearse those words so sweet,
The song they’ll sing at Jesus’ feet:
Worthy is the conquering Son,
He Who earth’s great victory won;
Power and glory ever be
To the Lamb Who died for me!"
—William
Claire Greiner ©1986
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