Hymn Selection

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O LORD of glory, who couldst leave
The height supreme in death to lie,
What tongue shall sing, what heart conceive
The love divine that made Thee die?
Bought with a price, for ever Thine,
We bless Thee for Thy stoop divine.
2
But ris'n, the Firstborn from the dead,
Triumphant hast Thou entered in;
The glorious Man, the living Head,
Thrice worthy Thou our hearts to win!
In Thy blest face all glories shine,
And there we gaze on love divine.

E.L. Bevir

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"Wherefore encourage one another, and build up each one the other, even as also ye do."