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- 5 See a stone that hangs in air !
- See a spark in occan live!
- Kept alive with death so near,
- I to God the glory give.
- Ever tell—to sinners tell,
- I am, I am out of hell!
Chief among ten thousand.
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- TO Christ, the Lord, let ev'ry tongue
- Its noblest tribute bring:
- When He's the subject of the song,
- Who can refuse to sing?
- 2 Survey the beauties of his face,
- And on his glories dwell;
- Think of the wonders of his grace,
- And all his triumphs tell.
- 3 Majestic sweetness sits enthron'd
- Upon his awful brow;
- His head with radiant glories crown'd,
- His lips with grace o'erflow.
- 4 No mortal can with him compare,
- Among the sons of men:
- Fairer he is than all the fair
- That fill the heav'nly train:
