How I praise Thee, precious Savior,

11. There’s a church in New York City — Hymns 1263. 1 There's a church in New York City, Standing on the local ground; There's a lampstand brightly beaming, Shining out to millions 'round. We were raised from every nation, Every people, tribe, and tongue— With us God has gained a dwelling, 'Tis where all His own may come. ................
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