Anthem text
Sing my soul, his wondrous love,
who, from you bright throne above,
ever watchful o’er our race,
still to us extends his grace.
Heav’n and earth by him were made;
all is by his scepter swayed;
what are we that he should show
so much love to us below?
O God, the merciful and good,
bought us with the Savior’s blood,
and to make our safety sure,
guides us by his Spirit pure.
Sing my soul, adore his Name!
Let his glory be thy theme:
praise him till he calls thee home;
trust his love for all to come.
--Anonymous, 1800
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