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Lord of Hosts

 
 
Oh LORD of Hosts, Creator of all 
Thou mightiest arm, strechest out to the stars 
Thy holiest gaze, seeth the good and the bad 
I stand in much awe, from the work of Thy hands 

Thy mercies exceed beyond all of measures 
Thy righteousness is worth more than earths 
treasures 
Thy works did form me, even inside the womb 
Thy love doth encompass forever souls who 

Believe in the Father, believe in the Son 
Thy crown will adorn us, one day when Thou comes 
Keep us from evil, and keep our hearts pure 
We shall steep in Thine grace, so we can endure 

Abide in our spirits, as we abide Thee 
Reside in our countenance, guide us to Ye 
Sustain us from perils, whilst we are on earth 
Retain us unto the new kingdom that's Yours
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