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L. M.
Grace and glory.
The Almighty reigns exalted high
O’er all the earth, o’er all the sky;
Though clouds and darkness vail his feet,
His dwelling is the mercy-seat.
2 O ye that love his holy name,
Hate every work of sin and shame;
He guards the souls of all his friends,
And from the snares of hell defends.
3 Immortal light and joys unknown
Are for the saints in darkness sown;
Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise,
And the bright harvest bless our eyes.
4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record
The sacred honors of the Lord;
None but the soul that feels his grace
Can triumph in his holiness.
Watts.