God of light and matchless splendor
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God of light and matchless splendor,Feeble though the praise we bring,Let thy Spirit touch and tenderEvery heart as now we sing.
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Heaven above cannot contain thee;At thy presence earth would flee;And though every sin doth pain thee,Still thy mercy spareth me!
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Grateful praise my tongue shall offer,'Neath thy smile or 'neath thy rod;Take the humble gift I proffer,—Heart and mind, and strength, O God!
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Living only to thy glory,From all selfish motives free,So shall I proclaim the storyOf the One who died for me.