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The Lord's My ShepherdThe Lord's my Shepherd; I'll not want.
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.
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Lord, as to thy dear cross we fleeLord, as to Thy dear cross we flee,
And plead to be forgiven,
So let Thy life our pattern be,
And form our souls for heaven.
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Our praises, Lord, Thou dost not need
