Lord, thy glory fills the heaven
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Lord, thy glory fills the heaven;Earth is with its fullness stored;Unto thee be glory given,Holy, holy, holy Lord!Heaven is still with anthems ringing;Earth takes up the angels' cry,Holy, holy, holy, singing,Lord of hosts, thou Lord most high.
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Ever thus in God's high praises,Brethren, let our tongues unite;While our thought his greatness raises,And our love his gifts excite:With his seraph train before him,With his holy church below,Thus unite we to adore him,Bid we thus our anthem flow.
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Lord, thy glory fills the heaven,Earth is with its fullness stored;Unto thee be glory given,Holy, holy, holy Lord!Thus thy glorious name confessing,We adopt the angels' cry,Holy, holy, holy, blessingThee, the Lord our God most high!