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<h2>LORD OF LIFE, ALL PRAISE EXCELLING</h2>
<p align="center"><h3>&#8220;Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.&#8221; Matthew 5:3</h3></p>
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<td><em>Words:</em> Clement Clarke Moore, 1808. Moore (1779-1863) is best known as the author of the story <em>The Night Before a Christmas (A Visit from Saint Nicholas)</em>.
<p><em>Music:</em> &#8220;Grafton Street,&#8221; P. K. Moran, 1828 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_g_r_graftons.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</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>Lord of life, all praise excelling,<br>
Thou, in glory unconfined,<br>
Deignst to make Thy humble dwelling<br>
With the poor of humble mind.</p>
<p>And Thy love, through all creation,<br>
Beams like Thy diffusive light;<br>
So the high and humble station<br>
Both are equal in Thy sight.</p>
<p>Thus Thy care, for all providing,<br>
Warmed Thy faithful prophet&#8217;s tongue;<br>
Who, the lot of all deciding,<br>
To Thy chosen Israel sung.</p>
<p>When Thy harvest yields Thee pleasure,<br>
Thou the golden sheaf shall bind;<br>
To the poor belongs the treasure<br>
Of the scattered ears behind.</p>
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