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Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior
Let us adore the eternal word
Let us awake our joys
Let us go forth and leave the world behind us
Let Zion in her songs record
Let Zion's watchman all awake
Lift the voice and sound the trumpet
Lift up your heads, eternal gates
Lift up your hearts to things above
Light of those whose dreary dwelling
Lights upon the distant shore
Like a garment waxing old
Like sheep we went astray
List, ye who languish mid sorrows and tears
Listen to the man of sorrows
Lo a weak and weary band
Lo he comes with clouds descending
Lo he cometh countless trumpets
Lo he on whom all power is laid
Lo the day the day that burneth
Lo the storms of life are breaking
Lo what a glorious sight appears
Long did she sorrow and anguish
Look not on the wine in redness
Look not on the wine though it sparkles and smiles
Look not upon the ruby wine
Look unto me the Savior saith
Look up my soul and hail the home
Look up my soul with cheerful eye
Lord, as we leave the place of prayer
Lord, at this closing hour, Establish
Lord, for the mercies of the [this] night
Lord, how secure and blest [blessed] are they
Lord, I believe were sinners more
Lord, I have made thy word my choice
Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing
Lord, in the day thou art about
Lord, in the strength of grace
Lord Jesus, in thy name alone
Lord of the harvest, bend thine ear
Lord, send on us a plenteous rain
Lord, thou hast through the desert led
Lord, we see the day approaching
Lord, when beside the grave we mourn
Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er
Lord, when thou comest in thy state
Lord, who didst for thy people pray
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord
Meek, patient Son of God and man
Mid death's dark and swelling billows

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