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| Lord Jesus, gladly do our lips express 
 
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|  | 1. | Lord Jesus, gladly do our lips express | 
|  |  | Our heart's deep sense of all Thy worthiness; | 
|  |  | Thou risen One, the Holy and the True, | 
|  |  | We give Thee now the praise so justly due. | 
|  | 2. | Thou giv'st us, Lord, once more to taste down | 
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|  |  | The joy Thy presence brings, its warmth and | 
|  |  | cheer; | 
|  |  | With great delight we 'neath Thy shadow rest; | 
|  |  | Thy fruit is sweet to those Thy love has blest. | 
|  | 3. | Thou wast alone, till like the precious grain | 
|  |  | In death Thou layest, but didst rise again; | 
|  |  | And in Thy risen life a countless host | 
|  |  | Are "all of one" with Thee, Thy joy and boast. |