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            Open my eyes that I may see- 
                    Open my eyes that I may see 
 glimpses of truth Thou hast for me;
 place in my hands the wonderful key
 that shall unclasp and set me free.
 Silently now I wait for Thee, 
 ready, my God, Thy will to see;
 open my eyes, illumine me,
 Spirit divine!
 
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                    Open my ears that I may hear 
 voices of truth Thou sendest clear;
 and while the wave-notes fall on my ear,
 everything false will disappear.
 Silently now I wait for Thee, 
 ready, my God, Thy will to see;
 open my eyes, illumine me,
 Spirit divine!
 
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                    Open my mouth and let me bear 
 tidings of mercy everywhere;
 open my heart and let me prepare
 love with ‘My children thus to share.
 Silently now I wait for Thee, 
 ready, my God, Thy will to see;
 open my eyes, illumine me,
 Spirit divine!
 
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                    Open my mind, that I may read 
 more of Thy love in word and deed:
 what shall I fear while yet Thou dost lead?
 Only for light from Thee I plead.
 Silently now I wait for Thee, 
 ready, my God, Thy will to see;
 open my eyes, illumine me,
 Spirit divine!
 
 
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            Thine be the glory- 
                    Thine be the glory, 
 risen, conquering Son,
 endless is the victory
 Thou o’er death hast won;
 angels in bright raiment
 rolled the stone away,
 kept the folded grave-clothes
 where Thy body lay.
 Thine be the glory, 
 risen, conquering Son,
 endless is the victory
 Thou o’er death hast won.
 
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                    Lo! Jesus meets us, 
 risen from the tomb;
 lovingly He greets us,
 scatters fear and gloom;
 let the Church with gladness
 hymns of triumph sing,
 for her Lord now liveth;
 death hath lost its sting.
 Thine be the glory, 
 risen, conquering Son,
 endless is the victory
 Thou o’er death hast won.
 
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                    No more we doubt Thee, 
 glorious Prince of life;
 life is nought without Thee:
 aid us in our strife;
 make us more than conquerors,
 through Thy deathless love:
 bring us safe through Jordan
 to Thy home above.
 Thine be the glory, 
 risen, conquering Son,
 endless is the victory
 Thou o’er death hast won.
 
 
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