O Father, my praise is raised to thee
With lifted hands and lowered knee;
My lips will sing of thy wondrous deeds
All the earth is filled with thy mercy seeds;
O Father, my face, to thee I raise
The Heavens, they sing in endless praise;
That Thy faithfulness abounds, knowing no end
And Thy grace, on all, Thou make descend.
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