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To A Glad Heart O sing, glad heart, from deep within Of the precious Lamb Who knew no sin. From mountain top to lowly plain Tell all the world His lovely name. His story, too--it must be told, How Love descended in days of old And majesty shed for bone and skin, An humble servant's life to begin. Proclaim to cities far and wide About the day Perfection died Upon a cross stained sore with blood. Announce the stone, where angels stood, That could not contain our risen Lord, Who to the Father upward soared. Rejoice! glad heart, for the day grows nigh When from earth to Glory we, too, shall fly. by Paula Sansom 
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