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OD of all grace, supreme, alone; Thy robe, the light; the heavens, Thy throne; The winds, Thy voice; Thy path, the sea,— Reverent, we bow, and worship Thee.

In all Thy works, Thy hand we trace; Creation does but veil Thy face. Thy life, our life; Thy warmth, our spring; Our only rest, Thy sheltering wing.

Thy breath makes every pulse-beat thrill; We feel the whispers of Thy will; We come, we go, at Thy command; We wait the moving of Thy hand.

Plant in our hearts Thy love and fear; Teach us Thy precepts to revere; And fashion us, through grace, to be But living temples meet for Thee.

H, praise ye Jehovah; His glory proclaim! Bring joyful hosannas to honor His name; With glad acclamations His altar draw near; Bow low to His footstool; Jehovah is here.