More Precious Than Silver Written By: Lynn DeShazo Lord, You are more precious than silver And Lord, You are more costly than gold Lord, You are more beautiful than diamonds And nothing I desire compares with You Lord, You are more precious than silver And Lord, You are more costly than gold Lord, You are more beautiful than diamonds And nothing I desire compares with You Oh who can weigh the volume of knowing You? And who could charge the worth of Who You are? Oh who can count the blessing of loving You? And who could say just how great You are? Oh who can weigh the volume of knowing You? And who can charge the worth of Who You are? Oh who could count the blessing of loving You? And who could say just how great You are? Oh who could say just how great You are? Lord, You are more precious than silver And Lord, You are more costly than gold Lord, You are more beautiful than diamonds And nothing I desire compares with You
The Lamb upon his throne; Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns All music but its own: Awake, my soul, and sing Of him who died for thee, And hail him as thy matchless king Through all eternity. Crown him the Virgin's Son! The God Incarnate born,-- Whose arm those crimson trophies won Which now his brow adorn! Fruit of the mystic Rose As of that Rose the Stem: The Root, whence mercy ever flows,-- The Babe of Bethlehem! Crown him the Lord of love! Behold his hands and side,-- Rich wounds, yet visible above, In beauty glorified: No angel in the sky Can fully bear that sight, But downward bends his burning eye At mysteries so bright! Crown him the Lord of peace! Whose power a scepter sways, From pole to pole,--that wars may cease, Absorbed in prayer and praise: his reign shall know no end, And round his pie...
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