Louisville, S.M. [E]
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1 My heart doth overflow;
A noble theme I sing.
My tongue's a skilful writer's pen
To speak about the King,
To speak about the King.
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2 More fair than sons of men
Thy lips with grace o'er flow,
Because His blessing evermore
Did God on Thee bestow,
Did God on Thee bestow.
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3 Thy sword gird on Thy thigh,
O Thou supreme in might,
And gird Thyself with majesty
And with Thy splendor bright,
And with Thy splendor bright.
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4 To victory ride forth
For meekness, truth, and right;
And may Thy right hand teach to Thee
The deeds of dreadful might,
The deeds of dreadful might.
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5 Thine arrows sharpened are,
Men under Thee to bring,
To pierce the heart of enemies
Who fight against the King,
Who fight against the King.
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