Thou art near us and will hear us

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L e t ' s   F a c e   I t

Elmwood Cemetery

Columbia, South Carolina

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Angel voices, ever singing

'Round Thy throne of light

Angel harps, forever ringing

Rest not day or night

Thousands only live to bless Thee

And confess Thee, Lord of might.

Thou Who art beyond the farthest

Mortal eye can scan

Can it be that Thou regardest

Songs of sinful man?

Can we feel that Thou art near us

And wilt hear us?

Yea, we can.

Yea, we know Thy love rejoices

O'er each work of Thine

Thou didst ears and hands and voices

For Thy praise combine

Craftsman's art and music's measure

For Thy pleasure didst design.

Here, great God, today we offer

Of Thine own to Thee;

And for Thine acceptance proffer

All unworthily

Hearts and minds, and hands and voices

In our choicest melody.

Honor, glory, might and merit

Thine shall ever be

Father, Son and Holy Spirit

Blessed Trinity

Of the best that Thou hast given

Earth and Heaven render Thee.

= Francis Pott =

And all the angels stood round about the throne,

and about the elders and the four beasts,

and fell before the throne on their faces, and worshipped God,

saying, Amen: Blessing, and glory, and wisdom,

and thanksgiving, and honour, and power, and might,

be unto our God for ever and ever. Amen.

Revelation 7:11-12

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Happy Sunday