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The Son of God goes forth to war
The spacious firmament on high
The strife is o'er the battle done
The summer days are come again
The voice of God is calling its summons unto men
Breathe on me breath of God
There are coming changes great
There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall
There's a wideness in God's mercy
There's not a bird with lonely nest
These things shall be, a loftier race
They who seek the throne of grace
This is the day of light
Thou art my Shepherd, Caring in every need
Thou art, O God, the life and light
Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown
Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning
Thou didst teach the thronging people
Thou grace divine, encircling all
Thou gracious Power whose mercy lends
Thou knowest, Lord, thou knowest my life's deep story
Thou, Lord, art Love, and everywhere
Thou Lord of hosts, whose guiding hand
Though lowly here our lot may be
Through centuries of sin and woe
Through love to light, O wonderful the way
All must be well
Brightly gleams our banner
Thy grace impart, in time to be
Thy kingdom come, O Lord, we daily cry
Thy kingdom come, O Lord, wide circling as the sun
Thy kingdom come, on bended knee
Thy life was given for me
Thy way, not mine, O Lord
'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow
'Tis winter now, the fallen [gleaming] snow
To do thy holy will, to bear thy [the] cross
To thee, eternal soul, be praise
Brother hast thou wandered far
To thine eternal arms, O God
Unto thy temple, Lord, we come
Upward where the stars are burning
Watchman, tell us of the night
We bear the strain of earthly care
Abide with me, fast falls the eventide
We bless thee, Lord, for all this common life
We build our school on thee, O Lord
We give thee but thine own
We love the venerable house
We may not climb the heavenly steeps

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