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My Sheep
I will not look upon the lands you own,They are not those my heavenly Father gives;
That with his word of truth forever sown,
Blesses the man that on their bounty lives;
His yoke is easy, and his burthen light;
To till his grounds within his only care,
With God to live, his ever new delight,
And with out toil his liberal gifts to share;
He wants no barns, no shelter from the cold,
His Father's love provides for all he needs;
One of the flock of his own master's fold,
He hears his voice, and goes where'er he leads;
And pleasant pasture finds where'er he goes,
For all the paths of sin the Shepherd knows.
Poem No. 285; late 1838–early 1839
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