How great Thou art

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Make man, behold, nor count the low the least,

Their faces are a glass to greet

Desire of times unripe, we have these two,

Nor less the stars have round it than its flowers.

While stands he yet in his grime and sweatto wrestle for fruits of

A burly joy each creature swells

With lamps for day in ghostly rows,

The winninger course than the rule of force, and the springs lured

swallow the passions,

The winninger course than the rule of force, and the springs lured

And there did fog down crypts of street

As though they caught a broken clue;

Their tricks beneath the father sun,

by him shall be written,

And speed the service of the nest;

Their tricks beneath the father sun,

The phantom of the snowwreath melt,

With lamps for day in ghostly rows,

Across her sky he laid his hand;

With lamps for day in ghostly rows,

And bird he starved, he stiffened worm;

Whose union is right reason:join they hands,

A burly joy each creature swells

Are they who point our pathway and sustain.

Nor less the stars have round it than its flowers.

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