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Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God;
But favorites of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.

The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.

The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets.

Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;

We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.

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GRACE! 'tis a charming sound, Harmonious to my ear; Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear.

Grace first contrived a way
To save rebellious man;

And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.

Grace taught my wandering feet To tread the heavenly road; And new supplies each hour I meet, While pressing on to God.

Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;

It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

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How glorious, Lord, art thou! How bright thy splendors shine! Whose rays, reflected, gild thy saints With ornaments divine.

With lowliness and love,
Wisdom and courage meet;

The grateful heart, the cheerful eye,
How reverend and how sweet!

In beauties such as these, Thy children now are dressed; But brighter habits shall they wear In regions of the blessed.