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Our hearts are full of Christ and long

   Their glorious matter to declare!

Of Him we make our loftier song,

   We cannot from His praise forbear:

Our ready tongues make haste to sing

   The glories of the heav'nly King.

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Fairer than all the earthborn race,

   Perfect in comeliness Thou art;

Replenished are Thy lips with grace,

   And full of love Thy tender heart.

God ever-blest! We bow the knee,

   And own all fulness dwells in Thee.