Praise the King of Glory, He is God alone;
Praise Him for the wonders He to us hath shown;
For His promised presence all the pilgrim way,
For the flaming pillar, and the cloud by day.
Praise . . . Him, shining angels, strike your harps of gold;
All . . . His hosts adore Him, who . . . His face behold
Through . . . His great dominion, while . . . the ages roll,
All His works shall praise Him;
Bless the Lord, my soul!
We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.
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