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| Father, to Thee a joyful song we raise 
 
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|  | 1. | Father, to Thee a joyful song we raise | 
|  |  | With all Thine own; | 
|  |  | And in Thy presence sound a note of praise | 
|  |  | To Thee alone; | 
|  |  | Bro't nigh, bro't home to Thee- | 
|  |  | O wondrous grace, | 
|  |  | That gives us now with Thine own Son our | 
|  |  | place | 
|  | 2. | How deep the holy joy that.fills that scene, | 
|  |  | Where love is known! | 
|  |  | Thy love, our God and Father, now is seen, | 
|  |  | In Him alone; | 
|  |  | As, in the holy calm of Thine own rest, | 
|  |  | He leads the praise of those Thy love has | 
|  |  | blessed. | 
|  | 3. | He leads the praise! How precious to Thine ear | 
|  |  | The song He sings! | 
|  |  | How precious, too, to Thee-How dear | 
|  |  | Are those He brings | 
|  |  | To share His place: 'twas thus that Thou didst | 
|  |  | plan; | 
|  |  | Thou lovedst Him before the world began. |