Glory to God on high,
Our peace is made with heav’n;
The Son of God came down to die,
That we might be forgiv’n.

His precious blood was shed,
His body bruis’d for sin;
Remember this in eating bread,
And this in drinking wine.

Approach His royal board,
In His rich garments clad,
Join ev’ry tongue to praise the Lord,
And ev’ry heart be glad.

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