Text: | All glory be to Thee |
Author: | Robert Allan Scott |
1 All glory be to Thee,
Who dwellest high in heaven;
Not to a feeble child of clay
Be praise or worship given;
Thy hand the mightiest can o'erthrow,
And dash their every idol low.
2 All glory, Lord, be Thine,
Our fortress and our shield,
Whose arm upholds Thine Israel
And strengthens for the field;
In Thee Thy faithful people trust,
And lay the proudest in the dust.
3 Blest by Thy favour, Lord,
No foe can work us ill;
Supported by Thy gracious Word,
We feel Thee present still;
And e'en in death and in the grave
Shall own Thy power to help and save.
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First Line: | All glory be to Thee |
Author: | Robert Allan Scott (1839) |
Publication Date: | 2019 |