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Rejoice, the Lord is King! Your Lord and King adore Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore: Lift up your heart, lift up your voice Rejoice, again, I say rejoice.

Charles Wesley

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Charles Wesley
Age: 80 †
Born: 1707
Born: December 18
Died: 1788
Died: March 29
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O for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer's praise, the glories of my God and King, the triumphs of his grace!
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Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to thee.
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