Oh for a Thousand Tongues

O
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for a
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thousand
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tongues
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to
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sing my great Re
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deemer’s
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praise,
The
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glories of my
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God and King, the
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triumphs of
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His
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grace!
Je
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sus! The
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Name that
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charms
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our
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fears, that bids our
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sorrows
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cease;
’Tis
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music in the
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sinner’s ears, ’tis
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life, and health,
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and
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peace.
He
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breaks the
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power of
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can
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celed
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sin, He sets the
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prisoner
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free;
His
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blood can make the
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foulest clean, His
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blood availed
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for
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me.
He
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speaks, and,
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listening
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to
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His
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voice, new life the
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dead
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receive,
The
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mournful, broken
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hearts rejoice, the
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humble poor
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bel
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ieve.
Hear
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Him, ye
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deaf; His
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praise,
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ye
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dumb, your loosened
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tongues
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employ;
Ye
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blind, behold your
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Savior come, and
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leap, ye lame,
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for
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joy
My
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gracious
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Master
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and
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my
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God, assist me
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to
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proclaim,
To
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spread through all the
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earth abroad the
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honors of
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Thy
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Name.