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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>SAINT OF GOD, ELECT AND PRECIOUS</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“He kneeled down, and cried with a loud voice, Lord, lay not this sin to their charge.” Acts 7:60</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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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_n_e_neale_jm.jpg" alt="John Mason Neale (1818-1866)" width="141.333333333333" height="201.333333333333"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> Unknown author, 11th Century (<em>Sancte Dei pretiose</em>); translated from Latin to English by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_neale_jm.html" target="_blank">John Mason Neale</a> in the <em>Hymnal Noted</em>, 1852, alt.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “St. Thomas (Webbe),” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_e_webbe_s.html" target="_blank">Samuel Webbe</a>, <em>Motetts or Antiphons</em>, 1792 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_t_stthomaw.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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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_e_webbe_s_sr.gif" alt="Samuel Webbe, Sr. (1740-1816)" width="124" height="165.333333333333"></td>
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<p>Saint of God, elect and precious,<br>
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Protomartyr Stephen, bright<br>
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With thy love of amplest measure,<br>
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Shining round thee like a light;<br>
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Who to God commendest, dying,<br>
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Them that did thee all despite.</p>
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<p>Glitters now the crown above thee,<br>
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Figured in thy honored name:<br>
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O that we, who truly love thee,<br>
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May have portion in the same;<br>
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In the dreadful day of judgment<br>
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Fearing neither sin nor shame.</p>
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<p>Laud to God, and might, and honor,<br>
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Who with flowers of rosy dye<br>
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Crowned thy forehead, and hath placed thee<br>
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In the starry throne on high:<br>
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He direct us, He protect us,<br>
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From death’s sting eternally.</p>
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