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| Oh, what a might! Oh, what a strength! 
 
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|  | 1. | Oh, what a might! Oh, what a strength! | 
|  |  | God wrought to raise Christ from the dead. | 
|  |  | Far above all at His right hand, | 
|  |  | O'er all to us He is the Head. | 
|  |  | All this great pow'r is to the Church | 
|  |  | That she o'er all her foes may tread. | 
|  |  | (Repeat the last two lines of each stanza) | 
|  | 2. | Oh, what a fact! Oh, what a bliss! | 
|  |  | That I of Christ a member am. | 
|  |  | With all the saints I blend as one | 
|  |  | And share the life of the new man. | 
|  |  | Joined to our great ascended Head, | 
|  |  | We'll be the Church of His own plan. | 
|  | 3. | Oh, what a breadth! Oh, what a length! | 
|  |  | The height, the depth unsearchable! | 
|  |  | Christ the Lord is unlimited, | 
|  |  | So vast, immense, immeas'rable. | 
|  |  | All that He is an all He has | 
|  |  | Is now our life unspeakable. |