Infinite excellence is thine,
Thou glorious Prince of grace!
Thy uncreated beauties shine
With never-fading rays.
Sinner, from earth’s remotest end,
Come bending at thy feet;
To thee their prayers and songs ascend
thee their wishes meet.
Millions of happy spirits live
On thy exhaustless store;
From thee they all their bliss receive,
And still thou givest more.
Thou art their triumph and their joy;
They find their all in thee;
The glories will their tongues employ
Through all eternity.
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