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<h2>ERE THE BLUE HEAV’NS WERE STRETCHED ABROAD</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Before Abraham was, I Am.” John 8:58</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_a_watts_i.jpg" alt="Isaac Watts (1674-1748)" hspace="15" vspace="5" align="right" width="132.666666666667" height="184.666666666667"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_a_watts_i.html" target="_blank">Isaac Watts</a>, <em>Hymns and Spiritual Songs</em>, 1707-1709.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Truro,” Williams’ <em>Psalmodia Evangelica</em>, 1789 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_t_r_truro.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<li>“Breslau,” <em>As Hymnodus Sacer</em> (Leipzig, Germany: 1625) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_b_breslau.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Ere the blue heav’ns were stretched abroad,<br>
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From everlasting was the Word:<br>
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With God He was; the Word was God,<br>
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And must divinely be adored.</p>
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<p>By His own power were all things made;<br>
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By Him supported all things stand;<br>
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He is the whole creation’s Head,<br>
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And angels fly at His command.</p>
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<p>Ere sin was born, or Satan fell,<br>
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He led the host of morning stars:<br>
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Thy generation who can tell,<br>
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Or count the numbers of Thy years?</p>
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<p>But lo! He leaves those heav’nly forms,<br>
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The Word descends and dwells in clay,<br>
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That He may hold converse with worms,<br>
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Dressed in such feeble flesh as they.</p>
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<p>Mortals with joy beheld His face,<br>
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Th’ eternal Father’s only Son;<br>
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How full of truth! how full of grace!<br>
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When through His eyes the Godhead shone.</p>
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<p>Archangels leave their high abode<br>
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To learn new mysteries here, and tell<br>
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The loves of our descending God,<br>
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The glories of Immanuel.</p>
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