Angels in shining order stand,
Around the Savior's throne;
They bow with
Forgive the song that falls so low,
Beneath the gratitude I
The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
Oh may
And am I born to die?
To lay this body down!
And
If angels sung a Savior's birth,
On that auspicious morn,
We well
Jesus, my all to heav'n is gone,
Glory Hallelujah;
He whom I
In the cross of Christ I glory,
Tow'ring o'er the wrecks
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye,
To
What wondrous love is this!
Oh, my soul, oh my soul!
That
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