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“FEED MY LAMBS.”
Ho! ye that rest beneath the Rock
On pastures greenly growing,
Or roam at will, Christ's favored flock,
By waters gently flowing:
On pastures greenly growing,
Or roam at will, Christ's favored flock,
By waters gently flowing:
Hear ye upon the desert air
A voice of woe come crying!
While cold upon the barren moor
Christ's little lambs are dying.
A voice of woe come crying!
While cold upon the barren moor
Christ's little lambs are dying.
“Go feed my lambs!”—the Shepherd's call
Comes down from realms of glory.
“Go feed my lambs! and bring them all
From moor and mountain hoary.”
Comes down from realms of glory.
“Go feed my lambs! and bring them all
From moor and mountain hoary.”
Fast falls the night, the bleak winds blow
Across the desert dreary!
Great Shepherd!—at thy call we 'll go
And bring the wanderers weary.
Across the desert dreary!
Great Shepherd!—at thy call we 'll go
And bring the wanderers weary.
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