Hymn 301 — O Lord, Thy matchless glory
| 301 | A. C. S. PRICE | 7.6.7.6. |
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O Lord, Thy matchless glory Has stirred in every heart A longing now to yield Thee Thine own most treasured part. | |
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And thus the answering praises Of myriads sanctified All merge in perfect oneness, Responding as Thy bride. | |
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This joy Thou long hast waited, But now with raptured gaze Thy bride adoring greets Thee, Her lips employed in praise. | |
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All fair art Thou, Lord Jesus, Th'assembly too all fair; Now held in nearness to Thee, And wholly restful there. | |
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O wondrous is God's purpose! As Man Thou hast a bride, One with Thee now in glory, And Thou art satisfied. | |