Text: | Holy, holy Lord |
Author: | Conder |
1 Holy, holy, holy Lord,
In the highest heavens adored,
Author of all nature’s frame,—
Father, hallowed be thy name.
2 Born anew, oh, may we feel
Filial love, the Spirit’s seal!
Cleansed from guilt, redeemed from shame;
Father, hallowed be thy name.
3 When in want, or when in wealth,
Joy or sorrow, pain or health,
Still our prayer shall be the same,
Father, hallowed be thy name.
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First Line: | Holy, holy, holy Lord |
Title: | Holy, holy Lord |
Author: | Conder |
Publication Date: | 1889 |