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Praise we the Lord, who made all beauty For all our senses to enjoy; Owe we our humble thanks and duty That simple pleasure never cloy; Praise we the Lord, who made the beauty For all our senses to enjoy. 2 Praise Him who loves to see young lovers, Fresh hearts that swell with youthful pride; Thank Him who sends the sunshine above us, As bridegroom fit to meet his bride; Praise Him who loves to see young lovers, Fresh hearts that swell with youthful pride. 3 Praise Him who by simple flower Lifts up our hearts to things above; Thank Him who gives to each one power To find a friend to know and love; Praise Him who by a simple flower Lifts up our hearts to things above. |
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