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214. O render thanks to God above

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1. O render thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm through ages past
Hath stood, and shall for ever last.
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1. The Father’s changeless love we sing,
   Blest fountain! whence our comforts spring:
   How great the depth, how high it flows,
   No saint can tell, no angel knows.
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2. Its length and breadth no eye can trace,
   No thought explore the bounds of grace:
   The love which sav’d our souls from hell,
   Transcends a seraph’s tongue to tell.