God Himself is with us
Let us now a dore Him
And with awe appear before Him
God is in His temple
All within keep silence
Prostrate lie with deepest reverence
Him alone God we own
Him, our God and Savior
Praise His name forever
God Himself is with us
Hear the harps resounding!
See the crowds the thrown surrounding!
"Holy, holy, holy,"
Hear the hymn ascending
Angels, saints, their voices blending!
Bow thine ear to us here
Hear, O Christ, the praises
That Thy Church now raises
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O Thou Fount of blessing
Purify my spirit
Trusting only in Thy merit
Like the holy angels
Who behold Thy glory
May I ceaselessly adore Thee
And in all, great and small
Seek to do most nearly
What Thou lovest dearly
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