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[Lamb! in a clime of verdure]
“He gathereth the lambs with his arm, and carrieth them in his bosom.”—Isaiah.
Lamb! in a clime of verdure,
Thy favored lot was cast,
No serpent 'mid thy flow'ry food,
Upon thy fold no blast,—
Thine were the chrystal fountains,
And thine a cloudless sky,
Amid thy sports a star of love
Thy play-mate brother's eye.
Thy favored lot was cast,
No serpent 'mid thy flow'ry food,
Upon thy fold no blast,—
Thine were the chrystal fountains,
And thine a cloudless sky,
Amid thy sports a star of love
Thy play-mate brother's eye.
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Approving guides caress'd thee,
Where'er thy footsteps rov'd;
The ear that heard thee bless'd thee,
The eye that saw thee lov'd;
Yet life hath snares and sorrows
From which no friend can save,
And evils might have thronged thy path,
Which thou wert weak to brave.
Where'er thy footsteps rov'd;
The ear that heard thee bless'd thee,
The eye that saw thee lov'd;
Yet life hath snares and sorrows
From which no friend can save,
And evils might have thronged thy path,
Which thou wert weak to brave.
There is a Heavenly Shepherd,
And ere thy infant charms
Had caught the tinge of care or woe
He call'd thee to his arms,
And though the shadowy valley,
With Death's dark frown was dim,
Light cheer'd the stormy passage,
And thou art safe with Him.
And ere thy infant charms
Had caught the tinge of care or woe
He call'd thee to his arms,
And though the shadowy valley,
With Death's dark frown was dim,
Light cheer'd the stormy passage,
And thou art safe with Him.
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