The Sacred Harp 2012 Cooper Book Edition
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Song · Page 590

Every Grace

Lyrics

My Savior and my King,
Thy beauties are divine,
Thy lips with blessings overflow,
And ev’ry grace is thine.

The smilings of Thy face,
How amiable they are;
’Tis heav’n to rest in thine embrace
And nowhere else but there.