FRANCIS S. KEY, 1823

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FABEN 8.7.8.7. D.

JOHN H. WILLCOX, 1849

1. Lord, with glow - ing heart I'd praise Thee For the bliss Thy love be
2. Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, Wretched wand-'rer, far as
3. Lord, this bos - om's ard-ent feel - ing Vainly would my lips ex -

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An-cient of Days, Pa vil-ioned in splendor, and girded with praise. thunder-clouds form, And dark is His path on the wings of the storm. changeless decree, And round it hath cast, like a man-tle,the sea.

A-men.