The heavens declare Thy glory, Lord.
The King of love my Shepherd is
The Lord descended from above
The Lord hath builded for Himself
The Lord is King! Lift up thy voice
The Lord is my Shepherd, He makes me
repose

The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall
I know

The Lord my pasture shall prepare
The Lord my Shepherd is .

The Lord our God is full of might

The Lord's my Shepherd, I 'll not want
The morning light is breaking
The night is come: like to the day.
The night is come, wherein at last we rest
The past is dark with sin and shame
The radiant morn hath passed away

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The saints of God! Their conflict past
The sands of time are sinking
The shadows of the evening hours.
The Son of God goes forth to war

The spacious firmament on high
The Spirit breathes upon the word:
A glory gilds

L. M. 61.

P. M.

C. M. D.

(Cutler), C. M. D.; or to ST.

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