Ascend Lord strong and mighty Glory's King Thy Throne fixed on translucent golden vor Waits Thy return, and through Heave open door, Ag at Thy birth the thronging angels sing Rise ov cloud chariot and the swift wind's wing Now Bethany's palms Thy presence know Now fades from sight blue Gali sound. pan algo Zion's innjestic fi Anon the round worl Nor does Thy pity with Thy rapture end Not gone from earth, although enthroned above For ever present where Thy people are. So grant ts grace Divine, like Thee to blend Heaven-soaring thoughts, and earthebound work of Jove,
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