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THE SHEPHERDS' PLAIN.

We adore thee as our King, And to thee our song we sing; Our best off'ring to thee bring. Guarded by the shepherds' rod, ' Mid their flock thy poor abode, Thus we own thee, Lamb of God. Lamb of God, thy lowly name ,­King of kings, we thee proclaim; Heaven and earth shall hear its fame.

Bearer of our sins' sad load, Wielder of the iron rod, Judah's Lion, Lamb of God

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Mighty King of righteousness, King of glory, king of peace, Never shall thy kingdom cease!

Thee, earth's heir and Lord we own;

Raise again its fallen throne, Take its everlasting crown.

Blessed Babe of Bethlehem, Owner of earth's diadem, Claim, and wear the radiant gem.

Scatter darkness with thy light, End the sorrows of our night, Speak the word, and all is bright.

Spoil the spoiler of the earth, Bring creation's second birth, Promised day of song and mirth.