His wisdom and His glories passed before
My wondering eyes in gradual revelation
The house that He had built its strong foundation
Its living stones and, brightening more and more
For glimpses of that palace far away,
Where all his loyal ones
Shall dwell with Him for aye.

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True the report that reached my far-off land
Of all His wisdom and transcendent fame,
Yet I believed not until I came
Bowed to the dust till raised by royal hand
The half was never told by mortal word,
My King exceeded all the fame that I had heard

Oh happy are His servants! happy they
Who stand continually before His face,
Ready to do His will of wisest grace!
My King! is mine such blessedness to-day?
For I too hear Thy wisdom line by line,
Thy ever brightening words in holy radiance shine

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Oh, blessed be the Lord they God who sat
Our King upon His throne