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110. Jesus, Lord, to Thee we sing

1 JESUS, Lord, to Thee we sing, Thee our Saviour, Priest, and King, Who our guilt and woes sustain'd, And the cup of vengeance drain'd; Now Thou sitt'st enthroned on high, Crown'd with power and victory; All Thy foes shall prostrate fall, Ev'ry nation hear Thy call. 2 As at morning's youthful hour, Dewdrops gem each leaf and flower, So, O Lord, our sons unborn Shall Thy crowded courts adorn, Gladly own Thee for their King, Gladly free-will off'rings bring, Till Thy spreading empire prove Boundless as Thy wondrous love.

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First Line: Jesus, Lord, to Thee we sing
Author: Harriet Auber (1829)
Publication Date: 2019
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