Of all the things I could expound
Of grace, of might, of love profound
Yet exceed'th all of these three
Is the supreme holiness of Thee

Holy, Holy, Holy, my God art Thou
To Thee I fall in Trembl'ing bow
My face I hide to that I'm not
Shaken by the very thought

Holy, holy, holy, my God art Thou
Time itself to Thee not bound
Oh many words cannot express
The power of Thy holiness

Holy, holy, holy, my God art Thou
My wand'ring self to Thee is found
My eyes revealed to Thy majesty
Yet perceive'th not the holiness of Thee.

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Long live the fight