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What shall we offer our good Lord, Poor nothings, for His boundless grace? Fain would we His great name record And worthily set forth His praise.

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Great object of our growing love, To whom our more than all we owe, Open the fountain from above, And let it our full souls o'er flow.

So shall our lives Thy pow'r proclaim Thy grace for every sinner free; Till all mankind shall learn Thy name, Shall all stretch out their hands to Thee.

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Open a door which earth and hell May strive to shut, but strive in vain; Let Thy word richly in us dwell, And let our gracious fruit remain.

O multiply the sower's seed! And fruit we every hour shall bear, Throughout the world Thy gospel spread, Thy everlasting truth declare.

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We all, in perfect love renewed, Shall know the greatness of Thy pow'r, Stand in the temple of our God As pillars, and go out no more.