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Mormon Tabernacle Choir Choir

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored He hath loosed the fateful

The Lorda??s my Shepherd, Ia??ll not want. He makes me down to lie In pastures green; He leadeth me The quiet waters by. He leadeth me, He leadeth me,

I pray you'll be my eyes And watch her where she goes And help her to be wise Help me to let go Every mother's prayer Every child knows Lead her to

Our Father Which art in heaven Hallowed be Thy name Thy kingdom come Thy will be done On Earth As it is in heaven Give us this day Our daily bread

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: Come, come, ye saints, no toil nor labor fear; But with joy, wend your way. Though hard to you this journey may appear, Grace shall be as your day. '