40.  Let Praise Abound

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Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your songs abound,
With heart and voice in sweet accord,
Now spread his fame around.

2
Let all his children sing
Glad songs of praise to God,
Yes, children of the heav’nly King
Should tell their joys abroad.

3
The God whose plan so high
Outstrips our highest thought,
To whom we may in prayer draw nigh,
Assured we’re not forgot;

4
This loving God is ours,
Our Father and our Friend;
He doth employ his heav’nly pow’rs
To guide us to the end.

5
Soon we shall see his face
And know his matchless worth,
And through his all abounding grace
Show all his glories forth.

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Yea, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss,
With constant joys elate.

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Then let our songs abound,
And ev’ry tear be dry;
We’re trav’ling through Immanuel’s ground
To fairer prospects nigh.