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High as the heaven our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.

Wide as the world is Thy command,

Vast as eternity Thy love;

Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
I. Watts

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440 (SECOND TUNE)

L. M.

TRURO C. Burney

96. O come, loud an-thems let us sing, Loud thanks to our Al might-y King, f

And high our grate-ful voices raise, As our Sal - va - tion's Rock we praise. A-MEN.

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songs;

High as the heaven our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.

Wide as the world is Thy command,

Vast as eternity Thy love;

Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
I. Watts

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