I. Watts
TO God, the only wise,
Our Savior and our King,
Let all the saints below the skies,
Their humble praises bring.
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’Tis His almighty love,
His counsel and His care,
Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And every hurtful snare.
3
He will present our souls,
Unblemished and complete,
Before the glory of His face,
With joys divinely great.
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Then all the chosen seed
Shall meet around the throne,
Shall bless the conduct of His grace,
And make His wonders known.