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All things loss for Christ.
My gracious Redeemer I love!
His praises aloud I’ll proclaim,
And join with the armies above
To shout his adorable name.
2 To gaze on his glories divine
Shall be my eternal employ,
And feel them incessantly shine,
My boundless, ineffable joy.
3 You palaces, scepters, and crowns,
Your pride with disdain I survey,
Your pomps are but shadows and sounds,
And pass in a moment away.
4 The crown that my Saviour bestows,
Yon permanent sun shall outshine;
My joy everlastingly flows—
My God, my Redeemer, is mine.
Francis.